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"If there is anything at all that I can do to help with creating these psychic scenes please, please, oh please let me help!" Marigold moaned, grinding herself against Caleldir and Faraia.
"Right now you can all help by sitting back down," Fedwyn said with a yawn. "We finished our schedule."
In the end, no one had had a major issue with the official plan. It was an incredibly convoluted affair as to which of the thirteen wives and the many factions they represented (House Duskhaven, the Laboratory, the Seduction, etc...) would have control over him at what times, but all that aside it did provide him with plenty of time in which he could choose his own schedule, but with the clause that until he was successfully incubized he had to almost always have at least one female companion fondling, fellating, or fucking his cock. They allowed him bathroom time, at least.
"The sooner you are incubized, the sooner we can do this ritual, which will protect us all," Fedwyn stated. "So bear with the lack of privacy for now."
"This concludes the Wivesmoot. We will take..." Naliira stopped to consider. "An hour break to make our contract official." She stood with a slight grin on her face and approached Caleldir. Her elegant white dress melted from her frame like snow in the springtime sun.
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