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  The sound of his fly being unzipped was incredibly loud in the quiet of the conference room. It was followed by the soft clack and clink of his belt buckle being undone.

  “That’s right, listen to me do it,” Aster said loudly from under the table. “You’ll see. You’ll see!”

  Before anyone could respond, there was a beep on the conference phone. The sudden noise of another room with several individuals in it was audible.

  “Hello? Did we get in?” Irma asked. “Sounds like it, but I can’t tell. There’s like a humming noise.”

  “Ah, yes, you’re in,” Stacia said in an odd tone.

  Now that she’d mentioned it, Sam could hear a humming noise as well. It reminded him of static in a way and it was building in volume.

  Then Aster scooped his manhood out through the front of his pants. The second she got her hands on him, the noise he’d heard vanished.

  Though he did feel what could only be described as a great deal of static electricity around him now. Almost like he was standing in a heavy wind during the holidays while wearing wool or fur.

  Tiffany let out a light grunt at the same time that Hillary the cat jumped to her feet. Her fur was sticking up in wild directions.

  Across from Sam, Decima let go of his hand and retracted back into her seat quite quickly.

  “See? It’s mine,” declared Aster from under the table a second before Sam felt her take his manhood into her mouth again.

  The static shell around him continued to grow until it felt that if he touched anyone, it’d be akin to grounding a lightning bolt.

  “Ahl mihn,” Aster said with her mouth completely full. She was slowly moving back and forth, working Sam’s length quite wonderfully.

  “I’m sorry, what?” asked Abigail aloud. “The noise is gone now, but I missed that.”

  “Uh, nothing,” Wren supplied helpfully. She seemed rather unperturbed by what was happening. “Anyway, what’s up?”

  Closing his eyes, Sam leaned back into his chair and spread his legs a bit. He saw no reason to stop Aster.

  She was very good at giving head, after all.

  “Well, the biggest issue right now is we’ve got a massive shift in politics,” Irma began with a sigh. “With so many wars ongoing, we’ve had our pick of the litter, so to speak. Except there’s a rapid change going on right now.

  “The microscope of public perception just got dialed in on PMCs. Someone got solid video of a group of mercs doing things they shouldn’t.”

  Aster’s mouth tightened up and pulled harder on Sam’s shaft. Her tongue swirled and rolled all along the underside of him. Her lips glided over his flesh as she worked quietly under the table.

  Unable to help himself, Sam reached down with his right hand and slid his fingers into Aster’s hair.

  She made a little cooing noise at that, then slid her left hand into his boxers. Deftly, she guided his jewels out and then cradled them, giving them a gentle squeeze.

  “We’re pulling our teams out of those theaters. The losses we were taking were incredibly minimal, but we can’t afford being lumped in,” Irene complained. “The soul binding runes are working, by the way. So we can start sending out the Cambion in teams and cut ties with all the third parties we were using.”

  “That’s good,” Decima said in a tense tone.

  Cracking open an eye, Sam found Decima and Hillary, once more in Human form, glaring at him. Hillary was standing just behind Decima with her hands resting on the back of her chair.

  Wren looked bored and as if she wanted to be somewhere else.

  Jes wasn’t there anymore.

  The soft click of a camera from under the table answered his unasked question. Jes was taking pictures of Aster mid-action.

  There were a massive number of photos that’d been taken of Aster and Sam by this point. Mostly by Jes, but quite a few by Hillary as well.

  Pulling down on Aster’s head, he made her take him all the way down. His tip was nice and secure in the depths of her throat.

  Aster groaned, swallowed, and went still. The click of the camera went off several more times.

  Sam released Aster after she swallowed once more. The Elemental shifted into a quick pace, bouncing her head back and forth from hilt to tip as quickly as she could. She fondled and squeezed his jewels in her hand.

  “—keep doing what we’ve been doing. We’ve also finally made some headway on providing commercial security jobs,” said Irma. Sam had missed some of what she’d been saying. “We have a few meetings that we need to have, but it seems really promising.

  “We… we also were contacted by the Fed. They want us to weigh in on some things for them. I’m not really sure how I feel about that personally, but being a consultant for an agency isn’t terrible.”

  “I’ve tentatively agreed to all the meeting requests for the time being,” added Irene. “I’ve pushed all the items over to your inbox, Stacia. I’d love your opinion on it.”

  “Of course, not a problem. I haven’t been at my computer since this morning, so I haven’t seen it yet,” Stacia replied. “Without even looking, though, my response is the same as it always is. Accept, meet, listen, and decide.”

  “I know, I know. I still want to hear more from you though,” countered Irene.

  Sam was only hearing these things on the periphery of his thoughts now. Aster was working hard and fast to get him off. Her hand squeezed much more firmly on him even as her head continued to rocket back and forth. Her tongue, lips, and mouth pulled at him in a wonderful way.

  Letting out a soft grunt—that Sam disguised as a cough—he shifted around in his seat. He was about to finish and he wasn’t sure what Aster’s plan was.

  Patting her head with the fingers of his right hand, he waited.

  Only for Aster to go faster. Pushing her face right up into him, only to yank herself all the way back to the tip. As if she could somehow manage to get more of his length down her throat.

  Opening his eyes, Sam looked around the table to find everyone else was mostly concerned with taking notes now. Even Decima and Hillary, who were no longer glaring at him.

  Jes was in her seat once again, though she was watching him. Her eyes practically glowed faintly.

  Damnit. She’s going to spike the Hell out of me.

  A wide grin spread across Jes’ face as if she had heard his complaint. Heard it, agreed with it, and admitted it.

  Then the time for thinking was over. Sam felt his shaft expand and he hit his climax. Seed began to spurt out into Aster’s mouth, his manhood flexing wildly.

  To her credit, Aster kept pumping her head back and forth, though not as deeply. Her hand squeezed his jewels nearly in time with the shooting pulses from his member.

  She made a soft little moan that was practically beyond his hearing as she greedily sucked on him.

  Sam managed to not flinch when Jes slammed a spike of Essence into him, sending his orgasm ever higher.

  In turn, his manhood began to pump and continue to fire, dumping more and more seed into Aster’s mouth.

  Who only kept going, sucking and pulling at him, never ceasing in her ministration of his shaft.

  Before he’d even started to come down, Jes spiked him again, then a third time. All the while Irma, Irene, and everyone else talked about getting everyone ready for the upcoming meetings.

  Finally, Jes let him come down from his climax. Right around the same time, Aster was only sucking on his tip now. Treating him more like a straw.

  He felt incredibly drained, like she’d pulled every drop from his jewels. That if she were mortal she’d probably just drank enough of him that she wouldn’t need to eat her next meal.

  “Alright, that makes sense,” Abigail said and then sighed. “That means that Irene and I really can’t participate. I feel like I’m smuggling a watermelon around everywhere and my lower back hurts.”

  “Not much better for me,” offered Irene.

  Currently, Aster was tucking Sam back
into his pants and putting him back to rights.

  For his own part, he felt quite warm and as if his bones were made of jello at the moment. Sam was enjoying his post-orgasm “the world has no worries” feeling.

  “Right. That means… Carissa, myself, and Sam for the contract with Orange. The computer company,” Irma said. “Been a while since I’ve had to go to one of these in person but it is what it is.”

  Aster gave Sam’s groin a gentle pat and then moved away from him. He knew because the static field around him simply fell away.

  As if he’d touched something and grounded himself. All the power circling him dissipated.

  “That’s fine,” Carissa said.

  “No concerns,” added Sam in a drawl. Then he shifted around in his seat and put his elbow on the table.

  On the other side, Aster slithered up from underneath and took the seat next to Jes. She had a wide smile on her face and looked like the cat who caught the canary.

  “Great, then that’s what we’ll do. Our meeting is tomorrow, Sam, so we’ll have to get together in the morning and head out from there,” Irma explained. She paused and waited for a few beats. “Does anyone have anything to add?”

  Everyone shook their heads.

  “Nothing here,” Stacia said when it was obvious everyone had forgotten they couldn’t be seen.

  “Great. Thanks, everyone,” Irma said, followed by the line beeping as they disconnected.

  “Alright. I need to give Decima a present I’ve been working on,” said Sam, getting to his feet.

  “Oh? Well… alright,” Decima said, giving him a smile and a curious look. “And where should I go to receive this present?”

  “Your house,” Sam said.

  “Right. Come over in five minutes. I just want to pick up real quick,” Decima said and then left the room. Hillary trailed along behind her, still looking frustrated at what Aster did.

  Sam looked to his left and right at Tiffany and Stacia.

  “I’ll catch up with you two after that. Say… five o’clock?”

  “That’ll be fine. We can do dinner,” Stacia said.

  “Yes, five. Until tomorrow morning,” growled Tiffany, standing up. She was always somewhat possessive of him, though she often showed it at odd times.

  Sam only smiled and then nodded his head.

  Tiffany and Stacia filed out of the room leaving him alone with Jes and Aster.

  “Really, Aster?” Sam asked, looking at the Elemental with a grin. “And did you have to spike me so hard, Jes?”

  He half-expected Aster to say something, so he was surprised that she’d only smiled at him. Then he noticed it looked like she was holding her breath or something akin to it.

  “Of course, I did. And do forgive my pet, Baby. She can’t talk yet.

  “Right now, she’s holding my after lunch dessert for me. She doesn’t deserve to have it, so I can’t give it to her, but she was a good girl and earned it for me so willingly. I’ll take it with a kiss as a reward,” Jes said. “Isn’t that right, my precious little Elemental? Who’s my good girl?”

  Then Jes turned and kissed a very eager Aster with clear hunger, and leaned her head down. At the same time, she forced Aster to tilt her head.

  Sam realized that Aster was feeding Jes all the seed she’d taken from him under the table. As well as clearly enjoying doing so.

  To which Jes swallowed loudly, her fingers locked in Aster’s hair. Forcing her to give her every single possible drop.

  Aster moaned, Jes swallowed, and they continued to kiss one another. The Torment of Lightning was indeed Jes’ pet and loved it when she treated her like it.

  That’s my Jes.

  My personal Semen Demon.

  Three - Pride -

  Standing in front of Decima’s door, Sam waited with his hands behind his back. He knew firsthand how highly tuned Decima’s senses were.

  He’d made them, after all.

  She was well aware of the fact that he was here. Knew that he was standing at her door waiting.

  Pulling his hand around, Sam flipped his hand over and glanced at his wrist. He only had thirty seconds left or so before the time Decima requested.

  Smirking to himself, he put his hands behind his back again.

  If he was a betting man, he’d put quite a bit of money on Decima pulling the door open. In fact, his wager would be that she’d open the door right as the seconds ticked over to the time she’d specified.

  Unable to help himself, Sam’s mind ticked back to a handful of minutes ago. Watching Jes and Aster’s heavy and sexually invigorating kiss.

  Somehow, with a great deal of mental fortitude, Sam had pulled himself away from watching them and made his way here. If he had stayed, he’d likely have ended up having Aster, Jes, or both, on the table.

  Likely for far longer than he had as far as time went.

  Sam felt Decima’s presence on the other side of the door. Standing there, her hand on the door knob.

  Is… she actually going to wait to open the door after all?

  “Deccy, we both know each other is here,” Sam murmured softly, a wide grin on his face. “Do you really want to wait until the last second?”

  “I’m… yes. I need those seconds to prepare myself,” Decima said through the door. “You make my heart run wild and my thoughts scatter. I have to prepare every time I see you.”

  “Well. I love you, too,” said Sam with a nod. He knew he was completely lost to his emotions now. He cared deeply about the women in his harem. Even a number of women in his feed harem.

  His stone-cold Planar Lord heart had cracked. Somewhere between Irma and Abigail, it had transformed into something far different.

  The door thumped lightly, as if Decima had put her forehead against it.

  “Sammy, you have no idea how you make me feel,” complained Decima. “It’s an almost sick feeling at times. A sick feeling that leaves me weak and sweaty.”

  “Of course, I know how I make you feel,” he replied with a chuckle. Turning his shoulder, he leaned up against the door frame, speaking at the place where the door would open now. “Because I often feel the same way about you. Just not at the same time as you do.

  “It’s more when I think about… about the possibility of losing you. Something happening to you, or you deciding that you want no part of me when your contract time runs out.”

  “When my—wait, really?” she asked, sounding surprised.

  “Of course. I worry in my own way. I’m not Human, after all,” explained Sam. “But I do wor—”

  The door jerked open and he found he was nearly face to face with the beautiful ex-Templar. Now that he was much closer to her than earlier, he noticed that her make-up was very well done.

  Somewhere along the line, she’d learned how to do it all on her own and well.

  “I would never abandon you, Husband,” declared Decima. Her pretty eyes glared at him. He could feel the gorgeous housewife and Templar Witch-Hunter auras from her in equal measure. It was a very strange thing to experience. “When my contract with you expires, nothing would change. Nothing will change.

  “As I am your wife and that supersedes all other obligations. There is nothing that could ever change that. Our bond is eternal.”

  Sam felt his heart lurch to one side and then beat hard several times. He could feel the absolute conviction and weight in her words.

  Snatching him at the shoulder, Decima pulled him into her home and then closed the door behind him. She threw the lock and then promptly kissed him.

  Kissed him in a way that was similar to how Jes and Aster had been kissing. A demanding kiss that pushed him to devour her right here in her entryway.

  Breaking her own kiss, Decima sighed and took a step back.

  She shook her head minutely and then smiled at him. As if she’d cleared something away from her thoughts.

  “Now, you said you wished to gift me something,” she said, her thoughts clearly in order once again.

>   “Indeed. I do have a gift for you. Though we’ll need to go to your bedroom,” said Sam with a smile.

  “You said it wasn’t—” pausing mid-sentence, Decima huffed, grinned, and then held her arm out toward her bedroom. “After you, Husband.”

  Taking the opportunity for what it was, Sam went ahead. Calling up the small fragment of the portal he’d left behind, he was already spiraling out the Essence and spellwork he’d need.

  Entering her bedroom, Sam lifted his left hand and casually stripped Decima’s bed. He pulled off the pillows, comforter, sheet, fitted sheet, and topper. With a flick of his fingers, he cast them all to the corner.

  “What— I just put all those on for us. I literally just got them out of the laundry,” growled Decima, coming into the bedroom behind him.

  Considering she couldn’t even work a washing machine not long ago, that’s worth praising her for.

  Just not right now.

  “Well, it would be rather difficult to put those coverings on your marital bed, if I didn’t pull them off first,” Sam declared and promptly vanished the existing bed to the warehouse. At the same time, he pulled forth Decima’s marital bed.

  As soon as he made the swap, he felt a completeness in his actions. From the moment the house in Miami had burned down, Sam had been keeping an eye on the home.

  Watching the PID, the Fed, and the state government for the right moment when he’d get the chance to go back in there.

  Turning, he looked to Decima.

  She was looking at the bed with raised eyebrows and her mouth was slightly open.

  Without a word, she got up on the bed and laid down. Right in the spot where she had slept. Rolling onto her side, she went still.

  “It really is our bed,” she muttered. “The same damn spring is stabbing me in the hip. It’s—”

  Decima grunted, shifted around, and then laid unmoving once again. A slow breath escaped her, her body relaxing into the bed.

  “You actually got my marital bed back for me,” murmured Decima.

  “Of course, I did. It was the single space in time and reality where you accepted your new life, and me into that life,” said Sam. “There was no way I was going to let that escape.”