The Fantasy Trove

Bobby orders a new ride.

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Chapter 16

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Going for a Ride

Not only did the Paladonic Knights have high hopes for me, but their pockets seemed to have no bottom.

Almost purring with excitement, Demitra presented an image of the model they called “Kindred Hawk.” It wasn’t physically present at the dealership; instead, they had a holographic system in a discreet back room, allowing prospective buyers to walk around and explore each vehicle. Once ordered, the car would be swiftly delivered within a day or two. As she explained the features, I couldn’t help but be drawn to the visual presentation.

“Behold our fastest and safest sports car,” Demitra said, her voice dripping with anticipation. “The Kindred Hawk boasts built-in sensors and advanced artificial intelligence, ensuring you’ll never have to worry about accidents caused by your own negligence. Equipped with the latest safety software, this vehicle will keep you on the road and effortlessly maneuver around any obstacle. It boasts bulletproof windows, with the siding lined with state-of-the-art liquid kevlar technology, which will repel anything smaller than an RPG. Plus, strategically inscribed runes in key areas provide an added layer of protection, inhibiting or even outright blocking any malicious magic.”

As the saleswoman enthusiastically shared the technical details, Elly’s hand firmly grasped my buttocks, her lips teasingly brushing against the nape of my neck. I used my fingertips to gently lift her chin, capturing her lips with mine, aiming to distract her. “I’m trying to pay attention,” I whispered, my gaze locked with her hungry eyes.

“Of course, being a sports car, the back seat isn’t ideal for indulging in certain pleasures,” Demitra continued with a sly grin. “However, the passenger seat reclines and slides back enough for a passionate romp or two.”

Elly blushed, her cheeks radiating heat, as she apologized, “I’m sorry. We’re newly married, and sometimes I just can’t resist touching him.”

“Please don’t apologize,” Demitra grinned, her gaze fixated on me. I would say her dark eyes devoured me more than anything else. “A man as handsome as you, with such potential, it’s no wonder your lovely wife can’t keep her hands off you. And, of course, you’re an incredibly attractive woman yourself. You make quite the fetching couple. Newly married, huh? Does that mean you have a little one on the way?”

Her knowledge about us struck me as peculiar. The compliments were flattering, but this was becoming uncomfortably personal.

Demitra chuckled, attempting to appease me as she placed a hand on my arm. However, her firm grip and the subtle purring in her voice didn’t help the situation. “Oh, I used to be part of the program too. I attended a couple of First Knights, but one night, I got drunk at a frat party, and some asshole took advantage of me. I managed to prove it was non-consensual, but my virginity was lost, and they kicked me out.” Although her words held a sense of remorse, her tone and the way she continued to grip my arm suggested she wasn’t too distraught over the matter.

“That’s terrible,” I replied sincerely. “I hope the person who assaulted you either faced severe consequences or is serving time.”

“A gentleman as well! You’re a keeper,” Demitra cooed. “But yes, from what I heard, he received a visit from a few guys who helped him understand that being drunk doesn’t equate to consent. He turned himself in and actually asked for the harshest sentence the judge could give him. I’m unsure what the Knights said to him, but he was scared. Unfortunately, rape isn’t considered a significant crime in this country, so they only gave him a few years. I’m unsure what happened to him after that, and honestly, I don’t care.”

“But it still sucks that you got expelled from... the program, as you called it,” I added. My wives hadn’t provided much information about the requirements besides the necessity of remaining a virgin.

“Thank you, but it worked out in the end. Once it was proven that it wasn’t my fault, my uncle hired me here, and I make a decent income,” Demitra said, her smile directed at me. Her eyes shifted between Elly and me before her smile again turned predatory. “Besides, there are certain perks to being free from any entanglements.”

She squeezed my arm again, and I stepped back, creating distance between us. Fortunately, she didn’t push the matter further and returned her attention to the holographic controller. It wasn’t that her flirtations bothered me, but the fact that she brazenly engaged in them in front of Elly felt inappropriate.

You still have much to learn about your wife, Charlotte teased with a chuckle, but I chose to ignore her.

“Well, with a baby on the way, perhaps you’d like to consider an SUV?” Demitra toyed with the controller momentarily, and the image changed to a sleek, black SUV. “The Kindred Gladius offers all the same features as the Hawk, although it might not be as fast. Nevertheless, it still possesses ample speed and can tow trailers, boats, artillery, or any other toys you might acquire. Plus, there’s plenty of room for your growing family. The spacious interior provides ample legroom, headroom, and even lap room!” She concluded her pitch with a playful wink. “A big vehicle for such a strapping man seems like a perfect fit.”

“I don’t really need a large vehicle,” I muttered, shaking my head at Demitra’s antics.

“Oh, trust me,” Elly chimed in, pressing herself against my side. “He doesn’t need to compensate for anything.”

Demitra’s gaze briefly dropped to my groin, and I could have sworn I saw her lick her lips.

“Even so, this vehicle will accommodate your wife and your new child—” Demitra continued, but I interrupted her.

“Wives, actually,” I corrected her, wanting to make it clear that I was happily taken. “I consider myself lucky to have two wonderful wives after my First Knight.”

Demitra’s dark eyes widened as she glanced at Elly, then back at me, and her grin grew even wider. “Ah, now I see where that gold rating comes from. Two wives are quite an accomplishment, and judging by how this one looks at you, I can tell you bring them great happiness. But that also means two babies on the way, which further emphasizes the suitability of the Gladius. Would you like to take a walk through it? I can point out some of its other features.”

I turned to my wife and asked, “What do you think?”

“Well, my car could technically fit two car seats in the back, and Shayna is slender enough to squeeze between them, but it wouldn’t be comfortable. On the other hand, Shayna’s truck isn’t ideal for car seats, although it can handle any future hauling needs. Ultimately, it’s up to you. This is your vehicle, not ours,” Elly explained.

I shifted my attention back to Demitra, contemplating Elly’s words, but the expression on the dark-skinned woman’s face stopped me in my tracks. “What’s wrong?”

Demitra blinked a few times before shaking her head slightly, looking at me curiously. “You asked for her opinion. It’s not something I’m accustomed to seeing from a Knight, especially a young one.”

“Seriously?” I replied, glancing between the two women before continuing. “Elly possesses far greater intelligence than I do, and I value her opinion. It would be foolish not to ask for it.”

“I see...” Demitra trailed off, regarding us for a moment longer, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d made some sort of faux pas. My father was a terrible example of how to treat women, but was that the norm for a Knight? I didn’t want this saleswoman to report me for unusual behavior, so perhaps I should pretend to be a bit more... what? Decisive? Self-centered? Abusive? There was no way I could bring myself to be the latter, but I could certainly be more assertive.

Before I could voice my thoughts, Demitra spoke up. “We also have a couple of van models if you prefer?”

“No!” Elly and I exclaimed simultaneously, causing us to break into laughter.

“What colors are available?” I asked a moment later, noticing that Demitra’s suspicious demeanor had seemingly dissipated.

“Any color you desire,” Demitra smiled, sensing she was getting closer to making a sale. “However, I should mention that there are certain combinations and designs that we strongly discourage.”

I understood her message—while they may not be impossible or against their policies, I probably shouldn’t choose them. “Well, there goes my dream of pretending to be a cop,” I joked.

“Precisely,” she nodded. “I would also advise against going for a full chrome or any other official-looking designs.”

I nodded in understanding before Demitra guided us through the holographic representation of the interior. Enlarging the hologram, we literally walked through it as she pointed out the various features. After that, she did the same for the Hawk—again, who the hell comes up with these names?—before I finally made up my mind and chose the Gladius. The Hawk appealed to me more, resembling my old car, but I had to consider the future. I wasn’t sure how often we would all go out together, but I hoped my life would eventually calm down enough for enjoyable family outings. I’ve heard they can be quite pleasant. Oh, and not that I would forget, but since this journal is supposed to be comprehensive, I decided on a shiny metallic blue for the vehicle.

“Now, if you’ll follow me into this back room, we can complete the necessary paperwork,” Demitra grinned, and once again, her smile had that predatory quality to it.

Hand in hand with Elly, we followed her into a well-lit and spacious room. The room was tastefully furnished, with a coffee machine, a sturdy desk topped with a computer, comfortable-looking leather chairs, and even a plush couch. I can’t claim to have visited many dealerships, but I imagined that this room, with its beige walls and comfortable yet elegant atmosphere, was far from ordinary.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” Demitra asked. “Beer, wine, champagne? This is your first vehicle with us, so we should celebrate!”

“I’ll have a glass of red wine,” Elly replied before I could decline. “And Bobby will take a whiskey sour.”

Demitra typed something into the computer as we all settled into our seats. “The paperwork is relatively simple since there are no loan papers to fill out. However, in the unfortunate event of your passing, the vehicle will be returned to us if it’s still in serviceable condition. It’s more like we’re lending you the vehicle. Now, as you’re currently at the second rank, you’ll keep this vehicle for at least five years before you become eligible to trade it in.” There was a knock on the door, followed by its opening, and a distinguished-looking older gentleman in a suit entered, holding a tray with our drinks. “Ah, thank you, Uncle Andrew. Could you ensure we won’t be disturbed for a while?”

Andrew offered me a friendly smile. He had a short beard with more gray than black, and his skin was slightly darker than his niece’s. He was impeccably dressed in a fine suit, and had I not witnessed him bringing our drinks, I would have assumed he was the dealership’s owner.

“My niece will take good care of both of you,” Andrew said oddly before leaving the room. I took a sip of my drink and studied the small glass. I wasn’t a whiskey connoisseur, but it was evident that this wasn’t a cheap choice. It went down smoothly, and soon, I felt a pleasant warmth spreading through my chest.

“Now, this will only take a moment longer, and then we can chat some more,” Demitra said, sipping her champagne. She proceeded to clarify a few of the options on the Kindred Gladius, even discussing the possibility of getting a personalized license plate. Throughout the conversation, Elly sat beside me, sporting a contented grin, her hand gently tracing circles up and down my thigh.

“And that’s it!” Demitra exclaimed, slapping the desk with joy before standing up. “Your vehicle should be delivered tomorrow, most likely in the afternoon. If you have any concerns, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me.” She extended her business card towards me.

“I will,” I nodded, feeling strangely drained despite the smoothness of the process.

Demitra stepped around the desk and hugged Elly, patting her on the back, to which Elly returned the gesture.

Oh boy! Charlotte exclaimed in my head as the two women separated.

As Demitra approached me, our eyes met, and I half-expected her to go in for a hug as well, judging by her open arms. Not the most professional behavior, but I brushed it off, figuring it was just her style.

I was wrong.

As I opened my arms to give her an awkward hug, her hands moved to the back of my head and pulled me down until our lips met. My body went rigid as I stood there in shock, waiting for Elly to lose her shit.

Go with it, Charlotte cajoled me. Those pats as they hugged were your wife giving permission for this. Don’t ruin it!

Still, I remained frozen until Demitra pulled away with a concerned look. “I’m sorry if I don’t please you,” she started to say, backing away and hugging herself. “I know I’m not as pretty as your wife, but I promise I still know how to please a man.”

“It’s not that—” I started to say, but Elly cut in before I could finish.

“He didn’t know he was a Knight until only a few weeks ago,” Elly said as she stepped up behind Demitra and lifted her shirt. Her eyes remained locked on mine, though, trying to communicate something I didn’t understand. “He’s still trying to understand everything that comes with his rank and stature.”

I told you not to ruin this! Charlotte berated me.

“What about Shayna?” I asked, unable to help myself. She’d been pretty upset when we left this morning, and I couldn’t see how fooling around with another woman would make things any better.

“We already discussed this,” Elly informed me with pleading eyes, but it was Charlotte who filled me in.

This is expected behavior of a Knight, it seems. Get your car, and then get serviced. Elly is attracted to her also, and she wants this, but your mentioning your other wife has put a bit of a dampener on her mood. Apparently, they planned to bring you here together and surprise you with a foursome afterward. She wants me to point out that it’s not like you haven’t had sex with other women since your marriage, and at least this one is human. And not that my opinion really matters to you, but I want this also.

Of course you do, succubus, I thought back at her. Even after our night-long orgy last night, you’re not satisfied. But for the record, your opinion does matter to me. A little bit. A very little bit.

Thinking fast, I made a decision and stepped up there where Elly almost had Demitra’s shirt off, revealing a richly colored set of firm breasts held up by a black lacy bra. I gently took the shirt and pulled it back down while I felt Charlotte pouting in my head.

I met Demitra’s gaze, seeing confusion and hurt reflected in her eyes. Cupping her chin, I brought my face closer to hers.

“You are very enticing, and I would gladly pursue this under different circumstances,” I stated firmly. “Unfortunately, my wives thoroughly drained me last night, and if I’m being honest, I don’t know if I could give you the attention you deserve at this moment.”

Elly opened her mouth to speak, but I placed a finger against her lips, maintaining eye contact with Demitra. “However, if you were to assist in delivering my new ride tomorrow, I am quite certain you won’t be disappointed with the ride.”

I heard Elly snicker at my somewhat corny line, but Demitra stared into my eyes as if captivated. On impulse, I leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her full lips.

When I straightened up, she blinked and seemed to snap out of her trance. “Ahem... Yes, well... Normally, I wouldn’t be involved, but I’m sure my uncle won’t mind for such a promising Knight.”

I offered her a half smile as I took Elly’s hand and pulled her to my side. “I look forward to it,” I said, then turned towards the door. Uncle Andrew looked puzzled as we walked through the dealership and returned to Elly’s convertible.

I need to be honest with you, but please don’t be angry, Charlotte informed me while we were still on the showroom floor. You inadvertently used our powers to mesmerize Demitra. I’m unsure of the consequences, but it was somewhat akin to a vampire hypnotizing their prey. You didn’t give her any direct commands, but you should be cautious about that in the future.

A shiver of icy dread ran down my spine at her words. In that moment, I had felt dominant and powerful, but I hadn’t intended to exert that kind of influence. I’d acted on impulse, not really understanding what was happening.

“You’re driving!” Elly commanded as we reached her convertible. I was okay with that, though I couldn’t help but wonder why she sounded slightly out of breath. My curiosity grew when she chose to leave the top up instead of lowering it. A few minutes later, I got my answer as we merged onto the freeway.

“Hurry up and undo your pants! That was so hot, the way you stood over her. I was already horny, and though this won’t be as fun, I want your cock in my mouth right now!”

“Don’t we need to talk about—” I started to say, but both Charlotte and Elly interrupted me.

Stop getting in your own way, dammit!

“If you’re worried about Shayna, let me handle her,” Elly stated as she started working at my pants, unhappy with my hesitation. “Right now, you need to worry about keeping your eyes on the road while I suck the soul out of your cock.

Fuck it! I decided and helped her get my pants down enough to free my hardening member. Her hand started to work my shaft as her mouth began on my scrotum. It didn’t take long for me to be rock solid and moaning. Then I felt her tongue snake up my pole and flick across the underside of my mushroom tip.

“Shit!” I grunted, trying to keep myself under control and on the road.

Oh, I really like this wife, Charlotte informed me. She could give a few succubae a run for their money in the department of kinkiness. She wants me to relay her thoughts to you as her mouth is occupied, so the rest of this is from her.

‘Do you like the way my tongue feels?’ I mentally heard a moment later, somehow in Elly’s voice.

Knowing that Elly’s dirty talk was coming to me through an intermediary was surreal. With her tongue playfully teasing me and her words directly in my head, I was finding it hard to pay attention to the road and not blow my load too fast.

‘I can already taste your precum. Mmm, you’re getting so hard for me. I love how hard you feel in my hand. I want more, though. I hope you’re ready for this!’

The car jerked as I felt her lips slip over my tip and keep driving to the back of her slender throat.

“Holy shit!” I grunted and placed my hand on the back of her head, holding her still for a moment.

‘Yes! Choke me with your cock! I love this. Use the AI to drive and fuck my throat!’

I didn’t waste a second giving the command to the car’s AI as gagging sounds erupted from Elly. I could feel her saliva drolling down my groin and puddling in the chair, but I didn’t care. Grabbing a fistful of her light brown hair with my left hand, I leaned the car seat back and did just as she asked. Holding her head steady, I quickly pumped into the back of her throat. Charlotte relayed incoherent moans of pleasure that coupled nicely with Elly’s audible choking sounds. I couldn’t believe she could swallow so much of my member, but the tightness of her throat made thinking nearly impossible.

Not wanting to be the only one getting pleasure, I slipped my hand into Elly’s shirt, but a quick command later stopped me.

‘No! Let me be your little mouth whore. I know you love me, but let me be the one to give you pleasure. I want you to use me strictly for your pleasure. Please use me like a little slut. Your slut, willing to do anything for you.’

Um, Charlotte? I asked, uncertain if this was really Elly’s words or if the succubus was spicing it up. I’d never seen this side of her, and it had a larger effect on me than I expected. There was nothing about this in her file.

Those are actually her words, Charlotte said, reading my concerns. I promise I’m delivering them unfiltered. I told you she was kinkier than you thought. She’s still just letting out a tiny bit of it, but I won’t reveal that for her. You’re earning her trust, so shut up because you’re missing some great dialogue!

The voice switched from Charlotte’s to Elly’s in less than a heartbeat.

‘Yes! Take my throat. Own me! I’m nothing but a piece for you to use.’

“I’m not going to last much longer with you talking like that,” I warned her, feeling myself getting closer. I closed my eyes to hold back, but having her words directly in my head and Charlotte beaming explicit imagery of herself masturbating while watching us brought me ever closer.

‘Do it!’ Came Elly’s thoughts immediately after. ‘I want to know that your dirty little slut made you cum down her filthy throat. Oh fuck! Despite myself, I think I might actually cum when you do; I’m so turned on. So cum! Use my throat, and cum for me, Daddy!’

That was it. My hand pushed her head down as my cock thickened in her throat, spewing my seed straight down her gullet. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, almost on the edge of pain, as I fired shot after shot. My mind lost clarity, and I know for a fact that we would have wrecked if not for the AI controlling the vehicle.

Frantic tapping on my thigh snapped me back to reality, and I quickly let go of Elly’s hair. She came up gasping heavily, followed by a bout of coughing that left me feeling terrible.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, concern etched on my face as she struggled to catch her breath. I wanted to say more, but her glare stopped me in my tracks.

“Don’t you...” she choked out, shaking her head and rubbing her throat. She coughed a few more times as I braced myself for her disapproval and the declaration that it would never happen again. “Don’t you dare apologize! That was incredible. I could feel Charlotte making me hornier as I got you closer, and I enjoyed every moment of it.”

She asked me to! Charlotte quickly informed me, preventing me from scolding the succubus for using her powers.

I nodded, acknowledging what Elly said, and then tentatively asked, “What about all that dirty talk? That was...”

“Too much?” Elly interjected, her cheeks turning red as she clasped her hands in her lap. “Sorry. It’s something I’ve never mentioned or shown anyone. Not even Shayna knows... I mean, I guess part of it is due to my strict and religious upbringing, but also, until I married you, I was never interested in men. It just kind of came out in the moment. It won’t happen again. I’m sorry if—”

“Stop it!” I interrupted before she could spiral into her self-doubt. “You didn’t let me finish my thought. That was truly incredible, and seeing that side of you was amazing. I was more worried about hurting you afterward, but in that moment... I mean, wow! That has to be the best BJ I’ve ever had.”

Elly turned her light brown eyes to me, a tremulous smile playing on her lips. “You mean it? Because, between my exhibitionist kink and what Charlotte was doing to me, I also came pretty hard when you got off.”

I was about to reiterate my sincerity, but a knock on my window startled me. Reality came rushing back, and I realized we were parked, and my pants were still down to my knees. When did we arrive? Hastily, I pulled up my pants, terrified that campus security was at our door.

It was worse.

“Are you two going to sit in there all day, or will you finally attend some of your classes?” Shayna demanded as I opened the car door. Her arms were folded under her humble chest as she glared down at me.

Despite Shayna’s stern expression, I couldn’t help but notice a hint of uncertainty in her blue eyes. Before I could respond, Elly stepped out of her side of the car and walked around to confront our shorter wife.

“Oh, now you’re willing to talk to our husband?” Elly took on the same stance as Shayna. “This morning, you didn’t even want to say goodbye to him as we left.”

“I...” Shayna trailed off, her eyes growing more uncertain. It didn’t take her long to find her backbone, though. “Last night was a lot, okay? I needed time to process, and thanks to your leaving, I had that time. What did you go do, anyway? I thought you came here, but you’re just now pulling up?”

Elly looked sheepish, and I remembered she had said my wives planned to take me together. I didn’t want to drive a wedge between them, especially since their relationship predated ours, so I decided to bend the truth a little.

“I was tired of always having to borrow one of your cars,” I said as I exited the convertible. Shayna’s eyes darted to the driver’s seat, and as I turned to close the door, I noticed the pool of drool. It made me painfully aware that I hadn’t been completely dry when pulling up my pants, leaving me feeling a bit squishy in my boxers. “I convinced her to take me to the dealership so I could get my own.”

“And you convinced her to break her near-perfect attendance record?” Shayna looked dubious before her expression hardened. “Or did you use one of her tricks to convince her?”

“Shayna!” Elly snapped, but Shayna’s eyes remained fixed on me. “I can make decisions on my own, and there was no outside influence.”

“But how would you know?” Shayna demanded, finally turning to face Elly. “She could be more subtle than your ability to detect. She thrives on sexuality and is a master of manipulation. Do you really think I couldn’t smell what you were doing when he opened the door?”

Elly looked shocked, and I noticed we had started attracting a small crowd. “This isn’t the time or place for this conversation,” I said, trying to diffuse the tension, but I could feel Shayna’s anger directed at me.

“Oh, you’d like to keep your secrets—” Shayna began, closing the distance between us and poking me in the chest.

As Shayna spoke, her voice dripping with sarcasm, something inside me shifted. My desire to keep the peace waned, and I grabbed Shayna’s hand, holding it firmly as I locked my gaze with her ice-cold stare.

“I would like to keep my secrets,” I stated firmly, filling my voice with conviction. “And I believe that you do as well.”

Careful, Charlotte warned me for some reason, but I was tired of Shayna’s destructive behavior and her attitude. While I understood where she was coming from, I couldn’t allow her to continue ruining things. Charlotte hadn’t done anything wrong, and I was done being the target of Shayna’s mistrust.

“Yes...” Shayna’s voice came out almost breathless as her icy demeanor softened, but I wasn’t done speaking.

“I don’t assume that you’ll like all of my secrets, but I do expect you to treat Elly and me with respect,” I continued, my voice dropping in volume and tone as I tried to be very clear with my dark-skinned wife. “We’re married, and I love you, but I won’t stand by while you mistreat our wife. She deserves better. I understand your fears, but that doesn’t give you the right to treat us as monsters.”

The crowd around us seemed to fade away as Shayna’s eyes flickered with conflicting emotions. It felt like time stood still for a moment, and I held my breath, waiting for her response.

In an effort to reassure her and show that there were no hard feelings, I leaned down and softly pressed my lips to hers. It took Shayna a moment to respond, but when she did, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, pulling me in closer. Someone whistled, which broke our pleasant little bubble.

“The ice queen finally melts!” someone shouted, and a few others chimed in with playful cheers.

Shayna pulled back, blinking rapidly before collecting her thoughts. A chagrined expression crossed her pretty features as she noticed our audience. She didn’t say anything, though, as she turned, grabbed Elly’s hand, and started to lead her away. The crowd respectfully opened up for them, though it hadn’t grown too thick in that short time. Just before they made it too far, Shayna turned back and called out loud enough for everyone to hear, “By the way, my parents are expecting us for dinner tonight. We’ll want to look nice, so don’t be home late.”

“Oooh!” the crowd sounded off as though I was in trouble.

“Get to class, you voyeurs!” I waved them off with a laugh. I retrieved my books from the car and locked it up since I still had the keys. I then headed towards my next class, which I was still a little early for, before someone caught up to me.

“So... I know you said you were in a relationship, but I certainly wasn’t expecting that,” Joshua exclaimed wide-eyed. “And did I hear correctly that you’re married?! Dude, a month ago, you were going on about how women couldn’t be trusted, and half the campus was signed up, trying to take advantage of your blurse.”

“Don’t remind me,” I muttered, realizing I’d spoken too loudly with Shayna. I knew it was only a matter of time before that news got out.

Could be worse, Charlotte said with a slight chuckle. Instead of two amazingly hot and attractive—not to mention extremely talented and brilliant—women, you could have been shackled with someone who thought bathing was something that only needed to be done once a month.

Yeah, I agreed sarcastically. Or I could belong to a group of fanatical men who want to hunt down and kill any magical creatures, say, like, oh, the succubus that’s hiding within my soul?”

Ouch! Charlotte laughed, letting me know my words hadn’t bothered her. But you’re also getting a free college education, and your new car looks fun.

Yup! I mentally agreed. And I just had to pay with my soul. By the way, don’t you think some of those safety features were odd?

Gotta keep those with the most potential safe! Charlotte replied, though I sensed a bit of trepidation from her.

“So...” Joshua pressed when I didn’t respond to him right away. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on? I know we’re not best friends or anything, but we were roommates. That has to count for something.”

I stopped and faced the other man, placing my hand on his shoulder. “It does count for something,” I told him solemnly. “Which is why I’m not going to tell you. It’s a matter of safety for everyone involved.” I tried to sound mysterious and dramatic, but I think it came out more pretentious than anything.

Joshua chuckled nervously as he stepped back. “You make it sound like some super spy crap or something.”

“Or something,” I agreed, keeping my tone calm and meeting his eyes without blinking.

After a couple of tense seconds, Joshua sighed and shook his head. “If you don’t want to tell me, fine. But if you’re in danger, you should talk to my dad. He has connections and resources—”

“Thanks, but I have no intention of joining your church,” I finally broke and forced a laugh that I hoped sounded believable. “I know you say Mormonism isn’t a cult, but it feels that way to me. Besides, can you really see me giving up drinking? Even if I have two wives, I don’t see it being a good fit for me.”

“Two? Wait, you married both of them?” Joshua sounded even more shocked now. “Wait, that’s not important, and the church doesn’t do that anymore. But if you’d put out the word that your blurse is broken? At least, I assume it is since you’re married now. I’m tired of telling people to quit asking when it’ll be their turn.”

“I’m sorry,” I chuckled, and this time, it didn’t feel forced. “You could say I found the source of that so-called blurse and took care of it.”

Oh, you took care of me all right, Charlotte cackled, but I ignored her.

“I’m kind of surprised with everything else going on in the world that people are still concerned with that,” I said as we started walking again.

“We’re in college, and everyone is filled with hormones,” Joshua groused. “And if even half the stories I’ve heard are true, then even I would be tempted.”

I finally arrived at my building, and we went our separate ways. The rest of the day of classes was boring and not worth writing about in my journal. Well, other than to note that both Serina and Jenny kept staring at me, though in different ways. Jenny glowered while Serina looked thoughtful.

When my classes were done for the day, I noted a couple of texts on my phone, one from each wife. Elly told me to bring her car home and that she would ride with Shayna.

Shayna’s text simply read, “Sorry.”

With no small amount of trepidation, I drove home, wondering what awaited me.

Shayna’s truck was parked in the garage, indicating that my wives had returned home. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, before stepping out of the car. As I approached the front door, I noticed the maid standing there with a deep bow, ready to greet me. She looked immaculate in her uniform, her bright white hair neatly tied back and her posture exuding a sense of servitude.

“Good afternoon, Master,” she said with utmost deference. “Please forgive me for not having breakfast ready when you left this morning. I am prepared for whatever punishment you see fit.”

Her words triggered a mixture of emotions within me – discomfort, guilt, and frustration. I didn’t want her to feel obligated to serve me in this way, especially not after knowing her past as a slave. But at the same time, I had no idea how to handle the situation delicately.

“Damn it!” I swore, exhausted after everything else that’d happened today. The last thing I wanted to do was deal with her eccentricities. “I don’t expect breakfast when I get up, and all things considered, it was probably a good thing you weren’t out this morning.”

“But, Master, it is my duty and responsibility—” she started, bowing deeply, but I cut her short.

“No, it’s not,” I was firm with her. “Your previous master may have been demanding and cruel, but you already know that’s not my style. We’ll figure out your role in this household, but you know I intend to free you from your bondage spell.”

The words hung in the air, and the maid’s eyes flickered with a mix of emotions – gratitude, confusion, and something akin to fear. Her next words came out as a barely audible whisper, but I managed to catch them.

“And if I don’t want to be free?”

My heart ached for her, knowing that her life had been bound by this spell for so long that the prospect of freedom might be terrifying. It was a complicated situation, and I struggled to find the right words to reassure her.

“Then we’ll figure that out together,” I said gently, reaching out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I understand you’ve been a slave your entire life, but you can’t expect me to be okay with that. If you truly want to remain one, you’ll have to clear that through Shayna first. Only then will I be willing to discuss it. Besides, how do you know it’s not the slave brand making you want to stay a slave?”

I could see the internal struggle in her eyes as she grappled with her desire to please me while also wanting to be honest. Her loyalty to her previous conditioning was evident, and I knew breaking through those ingrained patterns wouldn’t be easy.

“Because I know every part of the seal and how it functions, Master,” the maid claimed. “It’s how I knew how to transfer it from my old master. I will submit myself to you for punishment for going against your wishes.”

I sighed, trying my hardest to keep it together. It wasn’t her fault she was this way. Years of abuse had warped her sensibilities. Remembering how I’d ‘punished’ her last time, I decided to repeat that.

“Your punishment will be to refrain from asking to be punished until after you’ve talked to Shayna,” I informed her and watched her shoulders slump in defeat.

“I… I will obey, Master.”

“Good. Now, I need to talk to my wives before something else goes wrong,” I said. “Do you know where I can find them?”

“They are waiting for you in the living room, Master,” she informed me.

“Thank you… Maid,” I said, realizing again that I needed to figure out something better to call her. Then I had a ruthless idea. “You don’t seem satisfied with my punishment, is that correct? I expect you to be honest and blunt with me, not holding anything back.”

The maid’s ebony-dark skin contrasted beautifully with her bleach-white hair as she hesitated, unsure how to respond. Her conflicted expression mirrored the internal battle she was fighting.

The maid shuddered before bowing even deeper and responding. “No, Master. I was hoping for more. I know it is not in your nature, but I also understand that you like to please the women you care for. I was hoping for something more.”

“I told you to be blunt,” I reminded her, feeling sick to my stomach but keeping my voice firm.

“Forgive me, Master!” the maid dropped to her knees, her pure white hair hiding her face. “I was hoping to be spanked by my strong master.”

“I…” I wasn’t expecting that. I shook my head, trying to understand. “Didn’t Willmont abuse you? Why on Earth would you want me to do that?”

“My previous master did that out of hatred and disgust,” she said, her voice on the edge of tears. “But I know with you, it would come from a place of understanding and respect.”

Understanding and respect? What kind of fucked up situation is this? That doesn’t even make sense. The thoughts ran through my head, but I couldn’t fathom her meaning.

Some people enjoy pain, Charlotte informed me solemnly. And some people learn to enjoy pain. Her desire is born from a need to erase what that bastard did to her with a more caring one. You.

By doing the same thing to her? I demanded.

By doing it in a way and manner that is more caring than what she had before.

I could see the twisted logic in the succubus’ words, but that didn’t mean I liked it. But perhaps I could put my own spin on this.

“Okay, here’s the new deal,” I told her. “First, I want you to stand up to your full height and meet my eyes.”

“Master?” she asked but did as told. With her constant bowing and slumped posture, I’d forgotten how tall she was, but she stood a few inches higher than me. I waited for her eyes to meet mine before I continued.

“Good. I still expect you to talk to my wives, but once you’ve done that and determined a name for yourself, we will discuss how to go about your preferred method of punishment.” My stomach twisted at those words, but the look of joy that flitted across her midnight-black face helped me feel better.

“I understand, Master. I will try,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The maid bowed, folding herself nearly in half, making me wonder just how flexible she might be. Not to mention her balance; bending over without tipping face first was impressive.  “The mistresses have already informed me that you have dinner plans. Do you have any instructions for me?”

I briefly considered before telling her, “Think over what I said. You’re a person and not a slave. A name will be the first step. After that, we’ll see what happens. Now, I’m going to talk to my wives.”

“Yes, Master. I will see that you’re not disturbed,” she said, straightening to her hunched-over height. She headed for her room before stopping and adding, “I have already set out a suitable ensemble for tonight. I had to borrow a little from my previous master’s wardrobe. I hope you’ll forgive my presumption, but I made a few adjustments to your clothing and his to ensure they fit.”

It took no small amount of willpower not to sigh or rub my temples. Who knew what she would consider suitable? And how did she get Consol Willmont’s clothes? I thought she’d arrived empty-handed.

Deciding I could tackle that headache later, I headed for the living room, only to find both wives waiting.

“We heard everything you told her,” Shayna said before I could even greet them.

“Yes, we did,” Elly said, her voice softer than Shayna’s. “It’s a lot to take in.”

“I know it is,” I replied, sitting on the plush couch. “But I truly believe she needs our support and understanding. She’s been through hell and deserves a chance at a better life.”

Shayna frowned, crossing her arms defensively. “I don’t understand why you’re so forgiving. She may have helped you, but she’s still a dark elf. She’s not human. I hate that she’s a slave, but how do you know you can trust her?”

“Because of the spell that makes her a slave,” I said with a grimace. Hadn’t we had a similar argument last night about Charlotte? It looked like that distrust was now being pointed at the elf. “She can’t do anything against what I say or against my wishes.”

“But she helped kill Willmont,” Shayna argued. “What’s to stop her from trying the same with us?”

“That only happened after transferring the slave brand,” I reminded her. “I hate that she’s a slave also, and I want to free her. The problem is we must also convince her that she should be free.”

“Being a slave is pretty ingrained in her psyche,” Elly said, her beautiful face turning dour. “I think we can work on that, and having her create a name for herself will only be the first step. You’ll need to be careful, though, Bobby. While I agree with most of what you told her, you could reinforce her dependence on punishments if you’re not careful.”

“I’ll need both of your help,” I agreed. “You know I’m not the type to do that sort of stuff, but I also remember what I learned about my mother.” I couldn’t stop myself from shuddering at the thought. I knew masochists existed, and I didn’t begrudge them their kink, but that wasn’t one I shared. And it was also one I didn’t care to know about my mother.

Shayna grimaced while Elly chuckled. It was my taller wife that responded, though. “Your mom was pretty candid with her relationship with your dad. She tried getting Shayna and me to experiment before you returned from the dead.”

“Are you sure it’s safe to talk in the open like this?” Shayna cut in. “I know the maid said she fixed the house’s AI, so it wasn’t spying on us, but can we really trust her?”

Part of me wondered what had happened between last night and now. When the maid showed up on our doorstep, it was Shayna who took her in and comforted her. Now, she seemed ready to submit herself to the inquisition. And hadn’t Shayna agreed to give them the benefit of the doubt, or was that only aimed at Charlotte?

“What’s going on?” I asked, looking into Shayna’s blue eyes. She only met my gaze for a moment before turning away.

“I need everything to be perfect tonight,” she replied. “My parents can’t know anything about her or that we no longer have the love spell on us. My father is a loyal Paladonic Knight, and I doubt he’ll hesitate to turn us in if he knew everything.”

“It’s more than that, though,” Elly pressed our shorter wife. “You’ve been acting different all day.”

“How would you know? You spent the whole morning getting him a car after we agreed to do that together!” Shayna’s eyes blazed momentarily before melting as she hung her head. “I’m sorry. It’s just… Everything I thought I knew is changing so fast. The Knights were supposed to protect humanity and be the good guys. Then I find out one of them had our husband killed. Thankfully, he was resurrected, but with a body that is made up of experimented-on magical creatures. All my life, I knew slavery was wrong, yet the Knights have enslaved other creatures for their own uses. And even though she’s an elf, I hate seeing her act like that. How could she not want to be free?

“Last night was fun, but it was with Charlotte!” Shayna continued her tirade. “The fucking succubus shares a soul with our husband. After everything I’ve been taught about them, how am I supposed to be okay with that? I know I promised to be more open-minded, but it’s hard when it goes against everything I’ve been taught.”

I didn’t have an answer for that, but Charlotte did. My mouth opened, and it was the succubus that answered. “You and the maid have more in common than you might want to admit. Please don’t glare at me like that, and let me explain. Both of you were raised to believe certain things. You were both raised to believe that humans are superior and inherently good while all other sentient beings are evil. It’s hard to go against that kind of conditioning.”

“I hate that you make sense,” Shayna complained, folding her arms under her breasts.

“She’s right, though,” Elly added. “I know it can be hard, but—”

“How would you know?” Shayna suddenly lashed out again. “You knew they weren’t all evil because that dryad took you in, but you pretended to follow the Knight’s teachings to get an education and a warm place to sleep.”

For the first time, I saw genuine anger cross Elly’s features at the accusations. “Did you forget I got kicked out because I didn’t fit in with my parent’s religious beliefs? I grew up being told that the way I felt was wrong. That I was wrong and should repent or face eternal damnation. I was a kid! When they kicked me out, I thought they must be right. I had to be evil. After all, I didn’t believe like they did; I dared question what they tried to teach me. It took me years and your friendship to see they were evil, not me.

“But I’ll have you know that I didn’t stay in the Knight’s program just for an education and a warm place to sleep!” Elly stood up and paced around the couch, trying to get her emotions back under control. When she had, her voice had dropped in volume. “I stayed for you, Shayna. I’d fallen in love with you and wanted to be there when you learned what you were taught was wrong. I stayed to be the shoulder you cried on, just as you were the shoulder I cried on. The Knights, my parents, and all the others can go to hell. I don’t care about them. I care about you. I thought I made that clear last night.”

I felt like a third wheel, listening to this deep confession, and stood to walk out. This was a moment for them to reconcile, and they didn’t need me, or the reminders I brought up, to interfere.

“Sit your ass back down, Bobby,” Shayna’s voice cracked like a whip. For the briefest moment, I considered rebelling against the command. However, a nudge from Charlotte convinced me to comply but keep my mouth shut. Shayna stood and approached Elly, and once more, I was struck by the juxtaposition between the two. Elly stood tall, with her brown eyes and light brown hair, whereas Shayna was much shorter with her milk chocolate brown skin, blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair.

As they drew closer, I could see the pain in Shayna’s eyes intermingled with stubbornness. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, hesitated for a moment, and then gently cupped Elly’s cheek. Their eyes locked in a silent exchange of emotions, and I could practically feel the intensity of their connection.

When Shayna spoke again, there was no mistaking the contrition in her voice or posture. “I was out of line. I knew some of what you went through, and those nights holding you as you cried yourself to sleep are some of my most cherished memories, even though they also broke my heart. I’ve been struggling to come to terms with everything, and it’s been overwhelming. But you’re right; we’ve faced challenges before, and we’ll face this one together. I love you.”

Elly’s eyes softened, and she leaned into Shayna’s touch, a small smile gracing her lips. “I love you too, Shayna. We’ll figure this out, no matter how complicated it gets. And we’ll support each other through everything.”

Shayna turned to me next, and I couldn’t miss the tears welling up, ready to leak down her dark cheeks. “I promise again to keep a more open mind, but be patient with me?”

“I will,” I told her.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” she chuckled through her tears, a tremulous smile playing at her full lips. “But I guess it applies there also. I still feel—”

“I know,” Charlotte used my mouth to speak again. “It’ll take time.”

“I am terribly sorry to intrude,” the maid spoke up, breaking the tender moment. “However, if you are to arrive on time for your dinner appointment, you will want to start getting ready.”

I hadn’t even noticed her arrival, and I didn’t know what time we were due to Shayna’s parents, but a glance at the clock showed it was getting later in the afternoon.

“How am I going to face my parents after all this?” Shayna wailed, scrubbing at her eyes.

“Together,” I replied, walking up to them and pulling them into a hug.

“I swear, your file never mentioned how corny you could be,” Elly laughed, but she returned the hug all the same.

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1072 A.D.

Ardin spent the following weeks following Venita’s trail, only to lose it when she entered a bustling city. One moment, he could see her fair skin and light hair heading for the gates of a massive town four days’ walk East of his village, and then her essence vanished. Somehow, despite his ability to go longer without sleep and rest, he’d found himself falling further and further behind her.

How terrified was she that she could push herself so hard? Ardin wondered as he forced himself to remain calm. He’d find her. One way or another, he would stumble across where she’d walked or meet someone who’d seen her.

To be sure, he retraced his steps, but too much time had passed. His ability allowed him to see a little into the past or know everything current about anything he touched. But he could only see so far back. As he walked barefoot up to the gates, he lost track of his wife. At least he knew she’d made it safely here.

“Halt,” a commanding voice called to him. The man spoke in Ardin’s language, but the words held a weird brusqueness. As though he wanted to cut every word off and push them out of his mouth as fast as possible. “What business do you have here, blind man?”

Ardin glanced at the man, taking in his leather armor, embossed with a crow’s head on the chest. At the guard’s side rested a sword that Ardin suspected the man knew how to use.

“My village was attacked, and I believe my wife may have escaped here,” Ardin told the guard.

“Attacked?” the man’s dark eyes regarded Ardin, his bare feet, and shoddy clothes. “You look like a refuge, but I haven’t heard of any cities getting sacked. You also sound like a country oaf. More likely, you’re coming to steal from the city or become another blind beggar. Go away before I draw my blade.”

Ardin stared at the man. He was no oaf, and he talked just fine. Who was this man who only nibbled on his words instead of using them?

Instead of arguing, he decided to try again. “Please, Sir. My Christian wife. I need to find her. We were a small village on the edge of the sea. Monsters from nightmares came out from the water and killed everyone. Even… Even our children. My wife and I were the only ones to escape, but I lost her. Please, I need to find her!”

“Monsters came out of the water?” The guard asked, laying his hand on the hilt of his sword. For a moment, Ardin hoped the man would let him by, and then the guard burst out laughing. “More like you were drunk, and she left your smelly ass. Now go away before I make you go away.”

Ardin glanced at the crow emblazoned on the man’s chest. Was he a Christian? Shouldn’t he do the right thing and verify before jumping to conclusions?

“Please—” Ardin tried one more time, taking half a step forward.

The guard acted with lightning speed. His right hand drew the blade at his side while his left pressed against Ardin’s chest. In that instant, Ardin knew the man pretended to be a Christian but was, in fact, committing adultery with his commander’s wife. The man lied, cheated, stole, and accepted bribes while outwardly extolling the virtues of the good book. He was the worst kind of man.

He was also known to kill those that got in his way. Ardin felt the blade pierce his chest, severing his heart as his mind reeled at the onslaught of information.

He opened his mouth in an attempt to protest, but blood burbled up his throat, cutting off any attempt to speak.

“This man attacked me!” the guard lied. “Throw his body in the pit.”

Ardin dropped to his knees as the blade was pulled free. Blood splattered the man’s boots, but Ardin’s mind was already lost. He now knew how to use a sword. Too bad it was too late to do anything with the knowledge.

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From the Author

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I hope this chapter finds you all well, no matter where you might be in this messed up world. I usually use this space to talk about the story, or chapters, but this time... Well, I can say my own life has been in turmoil due to happenings and chaos around the world. Writing these chapters has actually been a boon to me, as it offers some normalcy. No matter where you are, or what you're going through, I hope you're able to find some normalcy.

Take care, my dear readers.

Bobby

Elly

Shayna

Ardin