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what you love. My entire role in the universe is already watching an object. It would be more interesting to watch our children grow.”
“You want to be a demigod stay at home dad? Are you sure?”
He nodded. “I like children, angel. I think I have the patience to be a good father. It’s far more important to me to make sure you have enough energy to please me…but I also want you to know that if you truly don’t want to have a child, not ever…I don’t care about my blood. I will find another way to appoint a successor. I care about you. I don’t want to compromise on who you are. The magical world loves a mother and the power of a bloodline but all I love is you.”
“That’s hot,” I whispered. “All of it.”
He gave me a smile that said, I know.
I put my arms around him. “Can you demon out for me?” I whispered. “And fill me?”
“It’s a good thing for you that you enjoy being filled,” he said huskily, and he stripped off his clothes and transformed for me, his already impressive build becoming truly godlike again. I liked feeling petite against his nearly seven-foot height and strapped arms, corded muscles in his arms and legs. I wasn’t that small of a girl, and it would be very inconvenient if I was, but once in a while, it felt good.
Byron and I embraced for a little while, just making out hardcore while my hands savored the feel of him and I drank in his magic. When he started getting more urgent, his breath quickening, I knew his own control was slipping and he pressed my palms into the bed and sucked on my nipples. Then his tail slipped inside me. Readying me for him.
“Ooh…oh…” I wrapped my legs around him, riding a wave of feeling. “Gosh, all this while Graham is sleeping… What will he do while we’re working on houses and you’re raising the kids?”
“I think Graham has other roles to fulfill. Have you noticed how much time he spends talking to the familiars?”
“I guess he chats with them more than the rest of us.”
“Graham isn’t done with politics,” Byron said decisively, and I might have asked more about it if I wasn’t starting to quiver with the slowly and steadily increasing pleasure.
Byron’s tail slipped out and his cock pressed its way in, a feeling that never ceased to be overwhelmingly pleasurable. I once heard a friend of mine (one who was clearly more free-wheeling than I was at that point) describe sex with an incubus as sex that would make you “take anything and like it” and I got what she meant. As Byron started slowly fucking me, his tail slipped inside my ass, and I was so turned on I was practically drooling.
Which was when Graham suddenly murmured, “Holy shit.”
“Nice way to wake up, isn’t it?” Byron said. “Care to join in?”
“At this point it might kill me not to join in…” Graham gave a bemused head shake, like his human side was still wondering what he was doing, but he was already stripping. As if they had done this very move a thousand times already, Byron’s tail pulled out of me and Graham’s cock went inside, his hands reaching for my breasts, the two of them finding a new rhythm almost immediately
To be the girl in the middle of these two was a hopeless surrender to pleasure, words replaced with little pleading moans as my fingernails dug deep into Byron’s muscle. My head was flung back into Graham’s chest, my body torn between the limp surrender of their touch and the exquisite tension of every muscle in my body working with their motion. The pleasure built steadily and all too quickly, but I don’t know how long I could have borne it either. Soon I was screaming out an orgasm. I guess I satisfied them too, but I think I might have fallen asleep before they had even fully pulled out.
Well, that same friend also told me that it took a while before incubus sex didn’t completely wipe her out. She told me that was her favorite part. The amazing sleep.
But she wasn’t trying to renovate a house on a time schedule.
It really was some amazing sleep, though.
Chapter Twenty
Helena
“That’s a nice story, mate, but we can’t just become free from our wizards,” a wallaby familiar was telling Graham as he was sitting in the garden with a small but captive audience,