Augur Ch. 16

I hadn't heard Rose approaching, but the Puca had apparently also been enticed into the room by Cindy's moans. It probably hadn't taken much - the curvaceous woman was somewhat flighty at times, and I can't imagine she was all that focused on unpacking. Her words had the effect she probably desired though, and I groaned loudly. My arms had started to burn with the effort of using my blonde Sin Demon as a fucktoy, but hearing my stacked Goth princess's smokey whisper in my ear filled me with renewed vigor. I tightened my grip, knowing the slender body I was holding was far tougher than it appeared, and slammed her into my lap repeatedly. She cried out each time her ass landed, the length of my cock filling and stretching her channel repeatedly as she punctuated each bounce with an exclamation. "Fuck... Yes... Master! Fill... Me... Up! Fuuuucccckkkkkkk!"

I finally dropped my hands from Cindy's hips, instead wrapping them around her body to hug her back to my chest, immobilizing her while I granted her request and pumped her full of my cum. She ground her ass into me, squirming in my lap to try to fit every single inch of my dick in her channel as I pumped her full of cum. She moaned out her pleasure, and I felt every inch of her pussy fluttering and squeezing around me. Eventually, breathing hard, I collapsed back against the couch. My little demon continued to slowly wiggle, sending little aftershocks of pleasure through me with each motion, before she happily purred, "Mmm, thank you Master. You are so good to your toys."

My eyelids drifted shut for a moment as I reveled in post-orgasmic bliss. A few moments later, I felt my knees being shoved apart gently and then the feel of a tongue lapping at the base of my cock. Most of me was still embedded in Cindy's gently squeezing cunt, but enough of me was left outside that when Rose knelt between my legs, she was able to bury her face between the blonde's thighs and reach me with her tongue. Eventually, Cindy shifted, lifting her hips and letting me slip out of her channel. She immediately began moaning as a greedy tongue started searching for any hints of my cum it could find in her pussy.

I had learned over the past week that Rose, very specifically, loved trading my cum. She wasn't a big fan of sucking dick long enough to get it that way, but she would enthusiastically lap my seed off of, or out of, either Cindy or Aubrette. She would also happily give it to them - something Aubrette learned when the curvy little Puca had jacked me off with her tits until I came into her mouth, then grabbed the High Sidhe by the back of the neck to pull her into a searing kiss. The tall redhead had been too shocked to protest at the time, and by the way she stuttered and swooned after the fact the experience hadn't been something she would object to in the future.

I craned my head forward, looking over Cindy's shoulder as the blonde bucked her hips a little, grinding her smooth pussy against Rose's lips. From this angle, all I could see was black hair as the Puca shoved her face between my Sin Demon's thighs, but I could feel the way the slender blonde reacted with every quiver of her body Rose drew out. Eventually, Rose withdrew, her mouth shiny and wet as she happily hummed her appreciation.

I took that as a cue to get to work, lifting Cindy off of my lap and dropping her lightly on the couch next to me, before rising to help the unpacking efforts.

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A couple days later, the apartment was more or less unpacked, and we had started to settle in. I was busy for several days after, catching up on work I had pushed back so I would be free to move, which left me with far less time at home than I would have preferred. The ladies took advantage of that opportunity to do a little bonding with Sara, all four of them going out on a social shopping adventure. I think that in truth, it was mostly Rose and Sara doing the actual shopping - Cindy mostly viewed clothes as tools, but she was thrilled to get a chance to visit the apparently Sin-filled mall one more time. Aubrette seemed to struggle with the guilt of spending money. It had turned out that the beautiful Sidhe had an excellent head for numbers and budget, and I had promptly enlisted her help in that regard. As a result, though, she knew that while my bank balance was slowly increasing, an extravagant shopping trip was likely to put a dent in that.

Still, it was a delight to return to my new apartment in the evening and hear four voices raised in laughter. As I walked into the central living room area, Rose and Sara were on opposite ends of the couch, while Cindy and Aubrette were in two newly purchased chairs facing them. My raven haired Puca was in the middle of relaying an anecdote - something about a boy and a prank, but I had missed the start of the story - and the other three were giggling along with the tale. A bottle of wine sat open and empty on my slightly battered coffee table, with another half-empty beside it.

I was fully prepared to leave them to it when Rose gestured to the spot in the middle of the couch. "Jack! Come sit with us! We're telling about our best pranks! Well, I am, and I'm trying to convince the others to join in." I laughed at that, nodding in response.

"Give me a few minutes to get out of my shoes and into comfier clothes and I'll come join you." I stepped into the master bedroom to change, hearing Rose's narration resume as I did so. Laughter echoed through the door, bringing a smile to my lips, and it occurred to me that I needed to perform the ritual to soundproof the rooms in the new apartment soon. I'd meant to do it before we settled in, but the time had just slipped away from me. It did mean that I got to enjoy hearing my apartment filled with happiness right now, though, so I enjoyed that while I could.

Stepping back out into the living room, I slipped onto the couch, trying to avoid interrupting Rose. She was wrapping up the climax of her story. I didn't really have the context to understand why it was funny that Keith was running shirtless through the woods, but Cindy was smirking, Aubrette was covering her mouth as she tittered, and Sara was throwing back her head and cackling.

Almost as soon as I had settled, Rose turned on the couch, stretching out her legs and dropping her bare feet in my lap. I automatically wrapped my hands around one of them and started massaging idly, having determined years ago that there probably weren't any women in the world who didn't enjoy a foot rub. The Puca paused long enough to give an appreciative hum and a happy little wiggle at the attention, before resuming her tale. It didn't take her long to finish, though, and once the others' laughter had quieted down enough, she asked, "Ok, Master Jack Sir, what's your best prank you pulled?"

I glanced over at Sara for her reaction to how the curvy Puca had addressed me, but she was still giggling at Rose's story. Part of my efforts to keep the ladies' natures secret was instructing them to try to avoid calling me 'Master' or 'My Lord' or the like in public. Sara already knew that none of the other three women here were actually human, so she fell into the 'unless they already know' exception to that rule, but I still wasn't used to having one (or more) beautiful women calling me 'Master' in front of someone else.

Fortunately, she didn't seem to be ill at ease, so I tried to gloss over it by moving on to my own story. I'd been thinking about any pranks that I had pulled since Rose asked and had come up with a couple anecdotes that probably technically qualified. I'd never been a fan of pranks in general, since they just seemed... mean spirited, but there had been one girl at school, Brittany, who just repeatedly set herself up for me to convince her of blatantly untrue statements. Most of the time, I wasn't even trying to prank her initially, but her total credulity lead her to take statements at face value and sometimes I just had to run with it to see how far it would go.

I continued massaging Rose's feet while I spoke, telling the women about the first such incident - when Brittany had asked me if I got my hair cut, but had somehow believed me when I joked that no, it just grew back into my head overnight. The Puca wiggled and shifted down on the couch, moaning out her pleasure at the treatment her feet were getting after she spent the day walking around the mall with the others. I noticed Aubrette giving occasional glances towards my hands and guessed that she probably wanted similar treatment, but wasn't willing to ask for it in front of others. Cindy continued swirling around a mostly full glass of wine, her purple lips curled up into a smirk, while Sara occasionally chimed in with a "No," "She couldn't believe that," or the odd, "And she told someone else?"

I noticed that Sara's accent, normally very mild, came out more strongly when she had been drinking. Her words shot out in a rapid staccato, voice rising in pitch at the end of each sentence. It was adorable.

I wrapped up my turn by telling my giggly audience about the time Brittany had finally decided not to believe something I told her. It didn't really qualify as a prank at that point, but because the hill she decided to die on was when I informed her that - no really - Florida actually was a part of the United States. As far as I knew the last time I talked to her, she was still convinced it was some kind of little nation of its own.

Rose withdrew her feet as Aubrette stepped up to take her own turn at storytelling. Sidhe were, as a general rule, passionate but serious people, but they apparently did have a prank tradition of their own. Theirs, though, was far more complex than I was used to, requiring time, planning, setup, and frequently laying the seeds for a future ruse over the course of years. As she started setting the scene - which required introducing the names, titles, and roles of several parties involved - I found another set of feet gently pushing their way into my lap. I glanced down to see that Sara had relaxed back, leaning on the arm of the couch and stretching out much as Rose had. Figuring that was my cue, I shrugged and started massaging her feet next. They felt tiny in my hands, and I could hear her moaning in quiet appreciation at the attention.

Half an hour and most of a bottle of wine later, Aubrette's story was finally coming to a close. I had lost the thread of the joke a while ago, but both Cindy and Rose seemed to be following, with the latter leaning forward on the couch in open mouthed disbelief. I glanced over to my side and saw that Sara's eyes were more than half-closed. A long day, followed by several glasses of wine had her nearly dozing off by the end of Aubrette's story. I squeezed her feet one more time, then released them. She responded by wiggling a little further down on the couch, stretching fully over my lap. She was wearing little khaki shorts that showed off her well toned legs, and I found my hand instinctively reaching for her thigh, before abruptly remembering myself and pulling back. Months of living with two women who had both given me carte blanche to touch them when, where, and how I wanted had done a lot to break down my personal boundaries, and it took a little mental effort to reinforce those when near a woman who had not given me the same free pass.

Keeping my hands off of her legs, I smiled and gently cajoled, "C'mon, time to get you home I think. I'll walk you over."

She responded with a pout, her eyes still closed as she muttered something so quiet I couldn't catch it. I tried again. "Ok, let's get you some water first, then get you into bed." I glanced at the three bottles on the table, and it occurred to me that as far as I knew, Cindy had barely touched her first glass while Aubrette had only barely finished one in the time I was here. That left Rose and Sara to have polished off about two and a half bottles of wine in a couple hours. I shifted gears slightly, thinking of what kind of impact that much alcohol would do to the other actual human in the room.

Directing my eyes at Cindy, I ordered her, "Get a bottle of water and find her keys. Pockets, maybe? We're going to tuck her in with water and aspirin." The Sin Demon rose instantly to obey my direct order, and I heard a quiet murmur from Sara. I was pretty sure it involved the word 'hot', so I reached a hand out to lay the back of my palm against her forehead. She was warm, but not unusually so, so I withdrew it and told her, "Nope, if I let you start claiming you're hot and taking off your clothes, not only will I never forgive myself for taking advantage, but I'm pretty sure you - or your family - will murder me. We'll get you water, I'll carry you to bed if I have to, and you'll just have to deal with a hangover in the morning."

It took Cindy only a few moments to find my attractive landlady's keys, because she was smart enough to check her purse first, rather than her pockets. I made no comment at that, just being thankful that the three women who found themselves bound to me were all intelligent and capable in their own rights. Sara had stirred a little - and at no point had she seemed drunk enough that I was actually worried for her health. She wiggled on the couch, legs shifting in my lap slowly. I wasn't really sure what she was trying to do, but when I asked her if she wanted to get up, she pouted again and shook her head, so I just gently held her legs down to keep her from falling off of the couch.

Soon enough, my bound demon had fulfilled my commands, holding water, keys, and aspirin, as well as Sara's purse. I nodded, then leaned over to scoop Sara up into a princess carry, easily lifting her. I was surprised at how light she was - while short, my landlady had always been dynamic and physically fit, and I had expected her taut muscles to weigh more. Instead, it was no effort at all to rise with her in my arms, cradled to my chest. She shifted a little, resting her head against me as I carried her, and I couldn't help but laugh at the motion.

Cindy preceded us, opening doors along the way as I carried Sara around the corner to her apartment. She roused a little more when we hit the bracing night air, but her response was to stretch her arms up and loop them around my neck, before huddling in against my chest as best she could. I laughed again, murmuring quietly, "We'll have you home and in bed soon, no worries."

Once Cindy let us into Sara's apartment, I took a moment to glance around. I wasn't really meaning to pry, but I hadn't ever actually been inside before. It was... professional looking. Like a show home, with nice furniture, and very little clutter. A brightly colored tapestry dominated one wall, and several lush green plants were scattered throughout her living room in glazed terracotta pots. It also looked somehow sterile, though, and I wondered how much of her time she actually spent living here.

I brushed that thought aside, heading for the door I guessed led to the bedroom. Cindy opened it ahead of me, and I stepped through. The room beyond was... more what I had actually expected. Cluttered to the point of being a little cramped, it appeared Sara confined her mess here. Clothing and textbooks littered the floor, a laptop was left open and powered on at the foot of the bed, and two empty mugs sat on the nightstand. Next to a bright pink vibrator. I coughed and deliberately looked away, carefully navigating through the mess.

My bound demon pulled back the covers for me, and I lowered Sara into the bed, before tucking her in. I had Cindy drop off the bottle of water next to the headache medicine on the nightstand, and as we started leaving the room, I heard Sara shifting on the bed to get comfortable. I knew she was in for a rough morning, but hoped this would make it a little easier.

As we walked back around the corner to my apartment, I turned to Cindy and commented quietly, "Not that I would have done it anyway, but I'm a little surprised you didn't suggest I make a move on her. You did the first time we met."

To my surprise, the little demon snorted with derision. "I'm not a succubus. I don't feed on fucking. I feed on Lust. You wouldn't get anything out of raping a semi-conscious girl, and she was too out of it to enjoy the act. Even if she did, Sin requires consciousness to be ... satisfying."

I actually smiled at that, reaching an arm around the tiny blonde to pull her against my side. "Good, then we're in agreement. I know my values don't always line up with yours, but... I'm glad you're mine, Cindy. I'm glad to have you in my life, even if what you get out of it is very different from what I get out of it."

She allowed me to hold her to me as we walked, but paused when we reached the door. Spinning around to face me, she slid her arms around my neck and pulled herself up my body, actually climbing me to put her lips by my ear as she whispered hotly, "Now let's go inside. If you make Aubrette sit on your face, I can ride your dick and call you 'Papi' while you pretend it's Sara's cunt stretching around your cock."

She dropped down to the ground lightly, bouncing on the balls of her feet to absorb the impact, then vanished into my apartment. As I watched her make a beeline towards the bedroom, I wondered whether the sudden tightness in my pants had more to do with her plans or her words.

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I didn't get the chance to actually check up on Sara's recovery the next day - I had a busy schedule still, and both times I tried to poke my head in to see how she was doing, she was already busy talking to one of the apartment complex's other tenants. Still, I was able to make sure she was up and moving at least.

I focused on catching up on work. Thanks to the additional services I'd been offering and a couple months of word of mouth, my calendar was... actually booked. On the one hand, it was nice to have a steady income - which was augmented both by Aubrette's part time cleaning work, and by Rose's sewing commissions. On the other hand, I still wasn't used to having that many demands on my time. For years, I'd been scraping by, but I'd also had downtime to spend as I pleased. I was going to have to find some way of balancing the need for money with the desire to spend time with my ladies.

I tried to make up for the lost time in the evenings. The next couple nights were spent doting on the women in their own particular preferred ways. Since Cindy - and her need to absorb Sin - was included in that number, that specifically meant that the first night after was spent behind Rose, grabbing her hips and slamming myself against her ample behind while her face was buried between Aubrette's thighs. The following night was spent with my High Sidhe providing tableside service to Rose, Cindy, and myself. While in the nude. And with instructions that she was to gratify either Cindy or Rose in any way they desired throughout dinner, drinks, or the movie we watched after. The tall redhead blushed the entire evening, dripped down her thighs for most of it, and when I finally permitted her to impale herself on my dick, the orgasm that immediately overtook her had her screaming out her satisfaction and passing out.

I was a little disappointed she didn't last longer, but Cindy was eager to step in and take over that ride.

The evening after that shaped up to be a little more chill. All three of us were cuddled up on my newly magically cleaned and maintained couch. I'd had Rose pick a movie and was unsurprised when it was a horror flick. I wasn't really a horror fan, though I was familiar with the classics, so I hadn't really watched any since Aubrette swore her Oath to me. I was very much looking forward to seeing how she'd react.