Author's note:
Welcome to part four of six in this tale of an unusual relationship between consenting adults. I wish to express my gratitude for the generous feedback so far - your comments are really a boost, so thank you again. And thanks also to the author Karaline for her help with editing.
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Monica faced the Daemonic Voltometer, hands shaking. She didn't know if it was nervousness at having to take her reading again, or restlessness caused by two weeks of unsatisfied arousal.
Should she hope for a high measurement or a low one?
A high measurement would support her theory that strong arousal produced more Daemonic energy, and then what? Would her Master keep her in a state of denial even longer, hoping for greater gains?
Two weeks of frequent stimulation and heightened lust with no relief had changed her. It was hard to fall asleep at night after their erotic bed-time sessions together. She was tired in the mornings, which made it harder to do the tasks Master assigned her each day. Emotionally, going without release made her crave his contact even more and she followed him around like a puppy, eager for a warm hand on her arm, a hug or a familiar pat on her bare bum. Her hungry pussy made its presence known at all times, pulsing and aching, always wet. The orgasm she couldn't have was never far from her thoughts.
But a low measurement of her Daemonic energy might not be any better. Would it cause him to re-double his efforts to push her arousal higher? Or worse, would he back off and take his research in a different direction? As much as she longed for relief, she wouldn't trade it for the sexy, passionate nights she shared with her Master - nights that left both of them sweat-soaked and entwined in damp sheets scented by their lovemaking. His zealous attention to her arousal wasn't something she'd give up, at any price.
She took a breath and then grabbed the copper handles. The silver needle bounced, coming to rest on 'three'.
But when she thought about it, hadn't the needle spiked higher than that? Maybe 'three' was the resting state of the needle, but surely her Master wanted to know the highest number the needle had hit. And that had been...what? It was such a thin needle, and the white background of the Voltometer made it tricky to read, especially when the needle jumped around so quickly.
It was probably a 'seven' at it's highest point, at least. Maybe an 'eight'. Her previous reading had been a 'five', so 'eight' wasn't unreasonable. Yes, she'd definitely seen it hit an 'eight', when she thought about it a little more.
"Eight this time," she said, once Master had come back from outside. Again she was alert for any telltale sign that he was disappointed in the reading, and again his face revealed no particular reaction.
"It's going up," he said, patting her naked rear end affectionately. He'd been doing that a lot since they'd started sharing a bed, and it delighted her. She loved that he felt comfortable touching her so casually.
He used to be more reserved, more 'proper' around her. But just as she'd worked the last two weeks to discard her former 'human' inhibitions, he'd worked hard to grow into his role as her Knight-Observer, her Master. He was more assertive now and expressed his wishes more freely. It pleased her how easily the two of them were meshing; how well they complimented one another. The Pact had produced a truly remarkable bond between them.
He went to the living room to record the result and she followed.
"What do you think that means?" she said.
"Well, it went from 'five' to 'eight'. That's a sixty percent increase in just two weeks. It's clear we're doing something right, wouldn't you say?"
"I have been awfully aroused. Maybe there really IS a correlation."
"It's looking more likely, anyway. We'll keep testing for it."
She sighed, resigned. "So you want to stick with the 'no climax' rule?"
"Let me think about it," he said, sitting on the couch and pulling her down onto his lap. "I suppose I don't need to guess your opinion on the matter?"
She snugged into his body, enjoying his warmth against her bare skin. "Anything you decide is fine, Master. I know how important this is to you."
He reached around her and ran his palm over her erect nipple. The ever-present arousal spiked up a notch at his touch. "Is everything ready for tomorrow?"
"We've got all the groceries we need. The place is clean enough for company, and I made up the guest room just in case they'd rather not stay at a hotel," Monica said. "Gwen and Rikka should have a good visit."
Gwen was the daughter of the recently-departed Knight Samuelsson, a friend of Garnet's grandfather. And Rikka had been his Daemon Familiar. Having Rikka meet Garnet had been Samuelsson's final wish.
Daemon Monica didn't have any reason to suspect there would be a problem, although she couldn't shake the remnant of Human Monica's anxiety about the planned meeting - she'd never liked strangers or new experiences. Regardless, it was happening, and she was determined to be at her Master's side when it did.
"I'm sure it will be a great visit, with how hard you're worked," he said. His reassuring words brought a smile.
"How did you want me to dress?"
The idea of putting on clothes seemed almost novel after two weeks of nudity. She knew Master enjoyed the sight of her naked body and Daemons had no use for modesty so it had been an easy choice.
"Maybe a dress? Something a little fancy but still human-appropriate. Everyone might be more comfortable that way."
She nodded. His attention to her nipple was driving her to distraction. Human Monica had never been so lusty.
"Will you want to take her measurements? Rikka's, I mean?"
He chuckled. "That might be a little intense for a first meeting. I don't have a specific agenda. We'll see what Gwen and Rikka want to discuss and go from there. If nothing else, I'm hoping it will be a pleasant lunch and a chance to meet another Daemon - and the daughter of one of grandfather's friends."
"I doubt they're driving four hours just for lunch. They must want something."
"Maybe. But Gwen wouldn't get into it over the phone, so we don't have any choice other than to be good hosts and see what they want."
She nodded and let the matter drop. She'd have her answers soon enough.
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Master went to the gym that afternoon, leaving her with a brief schedule for his absence. One o'clock, Yoga. Two o'clock, an internet cooking show she enjoyed. Two-thirty, clean the oven. He'd be home shortly after that.
