I saw no downside to adding Sophia to my ever-growing harem, but as I thought about that, I also felt a little guilty about thinking of adding another girl. Ella was standing right in front of me, watching a succubus grind her entire, scantily clad body against mine. I knew that I felt like a broken record for asking, but still felt I had to.
“Well, what do you think?”
“Well…” Ella tapped her foot as if she was deep in thought.
I was worried she would be upset, but I suppose I should have learned by then that that wasn’t going to be the case. As much trouble as I was having learning to be a real Master to slaves, I was having even more trouble accepting that Ella, of all people, was adapting so quickly to our new way of life. “Well, I see no downside. She seems fun if you look past that terrible attitude of hers, and she’s at least more pleasant than your sister.”
I couldn’t contradict her about Liz. Liz had become my slave, but her slave-personality, for lack of a better term, was still very confrontational and bitchy. She definitely hadn’t accepted the fact that Ella, my fiance, was above her in the hierarchy. She was treating her like another rival for my cock and my cum.
“Plus,” Ella continued, “if what Rayna’s saying about her being a Witch is true, then it would be a big miss if we didn’t recruit her. It also seems like she’s really good at her job. Between her and Rayna, we might end up learning a ton of useful stuff.”
“And you know that I vastly prefer life experience to book learning these days, Master,” Rayna added impishly. “I’ll still be your little schoolgirl anytime you want, but you do have me being more of a tutor and professor to your growing harem. Sophia could be my little research assistant. I promise I won’t keep her between my legs so often that she can’t do real work for you.”
“So are you okay with this?” I asked El one more time. I hardly needed to ask Rayna.
“Of course I am. As I said, I’m okay with you having more women. Just…” she started to act all bashful. “Just make sure that you tell us about them before you add them to our little group. I would like to have a say in it.”
“Naturally.” I smiled at her.
Usually, Ella was a self-assured, headstrong person. She’d been like that ever since we’d met back in high school. It was one of the reasons why I’d fallen in love with her. But watching her act all cute and bashful made me love her even more.
For a long, slow moment, we just stared at each other, the tension between us palpable. We thought it would last forever, but my succubus had other ideas.
“Well since we are all in agreement, let’s celebrate the pending recruitment of our future sister slave.”
Then Rayna, with her ever-nimble fingers, began to tug at my jeans. Being the expert that she was, she effortlessly pulled my cock out of my pants.
“WHAT… what are you doing?” I quickly quieted my voice to a whisper from a shout, given that we were in a library, and in public.
“Celebrating, my Master,” she purred as she slowly stroked my cock.
“But… we’re in public. Somebody could see us.”
“You didn’t feel that way back in the hallway towards Sophia’s office.”
She was right. I’d been within a hair’s breadth away from bending Rayna over and sticking my cock deep inside her wet sheath, onlookers be damned. But after dumping a few loads, and achieving what some guys call ‘post-nut clarity,’ I’d known better, and still did.
“That was then. Plus, we are in a library.”
“All that means is that we need to be extra quiet. Right, Ella?”
I’d been so distracted by Rayna that I hadn’t even noticed Ella coming in closer, or the fact that she’d gotten on her knees.
“Right,” was all she said before she leaned forward and wrapped her supple lips around my cock.
“Ella…hmmm.” I started to pant while keeping my voice down. “What are… what are you doing?”
My knees started to buckle as her mouth started to do wonders for me.
“She’s pleasing you, Master,” Rayna whispered into my ear. “She wanted to do it this morning – you know, give her lovely future husband a proper wake-up call: with her mouth.”
She ended that sentence by running her tongue in a feather-like manner up and down the side of my ear. A surge of electricity seemed to vibrate all around me. My whole body began to shudder, and goosebumps began to form everywhere.
“Have you noticed it, Master? Have you noticed your future little wifey-slave’s skills have improved?”
She was right. I remembered the first time Ella had given me a blowjob while in the back of her car. It had been adequate, but I’d already had S-tier cocksuckers in my harem to whom she simply couldn’t compare. At that moment, though, her skills with her tongue were leagues beyond her first-ever attempt at giving head.
Her dramatic leaps and bounds were well beyond natural. One might have even said that they were supernatural.
“What did you do?” I asked my succubus as I tried my best not to moan out loud. We might have been alone on the fifth floor of the library, but I knew that could change at any moment.
“Oh, Master… Did you think that you were the only one that was receiving my special tutelage at night?”
“You’ve been teaching Ella?”
“Oh yes. Like I said: I take pride in making sure all of your slaves are exquisite lovers for you, my Master. Plus-” She began to walk her fingers up my body. “-she’s very diligent in her studies, even more so than you.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes! She meant what she said. She wants to be the best three-hole fuck slave in your whole harem. Since she’s going to be your wife, she has to be the best – the best at giving you head, the best while in bed, and even the best when taking it up the ass.”
“Fuck” I grunted out as I remembered how sweet it had been taking Ella’s ass for the first time, and every time since then. Even when Ella had her lips wrapped around the crown of my head, I could still remember how her rear passage had felt when she’d writhed as she’d come so hard that I’d been sure she’d been seeing stars – just like I was about to at that moment.
My balls started to churn as I started to reminisce about our time together in bed, and to wonder what kind of lessons Rayna was giving her inside her dreamscape. Knowing my succubus, they were hot, steamy, and downright nasty. I was on the verge of flooding Ella’s mouth, and then my phone started to buzz in my pants.
“Fuck,” I groaned, but that time in frustration and annoyance. Those feelings became more compounded when Ella stopped to see what was going on. She was a firm believer in always checking one’s phone, as you never knew who or what might be on the other line. I believed it stemmed from when her mother had caught her father cheating and had immediately filed for divorce. Moria, Ella’s mom, had been trying to get in contact with Ella, but Ella had thought nothing of it and had decided to hang out with her friends all day. By the time Ella had gotten back to her home, her father had been gone, and her mother had been in tears. That had left Ella a little traumatized, so from then on out, no matter where she was, or what she was doing, if her phone rang, you knew for damn sure that she was going to stop whatever she was doing to pick it up – even if it meant stopping giving her fiance a blowjob when he was very near the finish line. It was my phone that was ringing, not hers, but to her, the same logic is applied. She reached into my pants, pulled up my phone, and looked at the caller I.D. Then she showed it to me.
“It’s your mom,” she said. “You’d better answer.” It apparently wasn’t up for debate. I wanted to refuse and demand that she finish what she’d started, but I knew Ella, and how she got when she was being stern. It was better to just go along with her.
“Hello,” I answered with a little more anger in my voice than I’d intended. I did not like getting blue-balled, and the demon in me liked it even less.
“H-honey? Is everything okay?” she asked, worry filling her voice.
“Ya…” I calmed myself down. “Just caught me at a bad time.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. I’ll call another time.”
“No, it’s fine. What is it? Why did you call me?”
“No honey. It’s okay. I shouldn’t have called. I’ll let you be.”
“Cyn,” I called out, using my mother’s pet name, instead of calling her ‘Mom.’ I was letting her know that I was talking to her as her Master, instead of as her son. From the way she’d sounded just then, she was distressed about something.
“Why did you call me?”
“Baby I… I… I have a problem?”
“A problem?” I said back, but that time loud enough for both Rayna and Ella to hear. Then I proceeded to move my phone down and hit the speaker button. I figured if there was a problem, then everyone – or at least my two head slaves – should know about it.
“Yes. You see… I… someone is coming by my office. A male someone?”
“A male?” I sounded uneasy. “And what’s with this male someone?”
“He’s… he’s one of my… former lovers.”
As soon as she said that, a raging fire of jealousy flared up inside of me. I was about to lash out, but then my more rational side kicked in, and I remembered that whatever had happened, had happened before I’d made her into my slave. My mother had formerly been the town slut.
“What does he want? Are you fooling around with him?”
“NO SWEETIE! She yelled on the other side. There was no hint of hesitation.
“I was just teasing you.” I sounded all playful, but on the inside, I was smiling like an idiot. I was happy that the command to swear off all other men was still active and running strongly inside of her. Still, I did feel kinda bad for ever doubting her, so I put all my jealousy aside and got back to the problem at hand.
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