Monica had awoken me on our third day together with breakfast in bed. Calories were desperately needed as we'd spent the previous two days doing nothing but having sex vigorously and often, in every position we could think of, including some that involved levitating. As we sat at my table eating the delicious shakshuka she'd prepared (ingredients for which I suspected she'd had delivered in the night) I came to the decision that I wanted to actually do something today. I mentioned this to Monica and she immediately lit up, suggesting that perhaps she could show me her floating fortress, and begin transferring all of her assets to joint custody. A strange thought, but I think it was meant in love, so I suggested simply that she keep what was her's and if ever she felt I needed something she could help me out. This answer didn't seem to please her, but she gave no negative reaction, I suspect due to the magic of the dowry. "Well if you're not going to accept everything I have, at least let me give you this" She whipped her hand through the air and produced a small black card. "Here, American Excess Spartan Card, its limit is whatever their company is worth. You can buy an island with it if you so desire." She smiled, offering it to me. I accepted the card nervously.
"I...don't think I need to buy an island. Listen, Monica, I'm really grateful that you feel like you can financially support us but I don't just wanna be some mooch! I really like you and magic or not I wanna build a relationship with you. Equal partners" I smiled, offering the card back. She looked at me with mixed emotions, I could read some annoyance that I wasn't willing to accept her assistance, but also a single tear forming at the edge of her eye. "Monica no no sweety, I mean, I wanna..." She raised her hand to silence me with a smile, using the other to wipe away the tear.
"Ty I'm so grateful and so lucky to have ended up bonding with someone as amazing as you. Do you know...have you met men?" She asked, smiling and giggling at me. I took her meaning and had to chuckle myself. "We can be equal partners and I'm still the breadwinner goofball. Your food is a lot better than mine and when you see my place compared to this house you'll realize what a slob I am, and I can literally enchant my place to clean itself. I could use a spoiled trophy husband who lets me milk his cock regularly...or a cruel and merciless overlord who makes me lick his boots...or depending on how you like things I could be a dominating goddess who teases you to ruin...whatever you want really" She'd lost the plot halfway through and begun to play with herself under the table, and easy task since she'd insisted on staying naked "in case you need to fuck me anytime you want".
"Monica I..." I was cut off by a crashing sound from the front of the house. I jumped out of bed and grabbed the pistol I had stashed in the back of the nightstand. Monica was already at her feet next to me, hovering in the air a few inches off the ground. "Really picked the wrong house to break into friend!" I called, starting to walk towards the door. A roar from the living room quickly changed my mind on that, and I took a step back, raising the gun and aiming it down the narrow hallway. "Monica, any idea what this is?" I asked, looking back at her briefly, but I could see from the anger on her face she recognized our unseen assailant.
"Cunt...Ty hold on to me." She muttered, reaching out a hand. I grabbed it and she began chanting under her breath. The world glowed with a purple-black light, and my apartment began to grow wavy. "Sweety look at my tits it'll help with the motion sickness" She muttered. I didn't bother to question, trusting her judgment and training my eyes on her more than ample breasts. In my peripheral vision I saw a rush of motion and heard another roar, a flash of ginger-red hair, and then stillness. "It's okay now, you can look up" Monica smiled, drifting down to my level and embracing me, cuddling into my chest. I looked around and realized we were standing in the great room of what looked like a massive hunting or ski lodge. Lit by torches all around, with beautiful pelts and paintings adorning the wall.
"What...just happened?" I asked, marveling at the sudden change of scenery. I realized she was shaking slightly and I wrapped my arms tightly around her to comfort her. "Hey, Monica, sweety it's okay. We're okay. Nothing happened." I whispered, kissing her forehead and lightly stroking her hair to comfort her. I heard a little laugh, it sounded more bitter than anything I'd heard her yet.
"Ty, lover, I'm not scared." She looked up at me with love in her eyes, but a hard set brow and creased mouth. "I'm pissed! Berserker that Ginger bitch isn't content to almost kill me over a fucking tiara, she attacks you! To get to me through you doubtlessly! Or maybe she thinks we were working together and that's why you saved me! I honestly don't know or care. But if she's coming for my man, she better get ready for war!" Monica's cry accompanied a swift turn and march from the room down a wide hallway on the left hand side.
"Monica, wait...can you bring her here? So we can talk? Explain to her your reform and the fact we'll be keeping away from crime and fucking ourselves silly. If she can't be reasoned with I won't stop you from your violence but I'd like to try diplomacy first." I asked, chasing after her and laying a comforting hand on her shoulder. She looked at me suspiciously at first, but her face quickly softened, likely thanks to the magic at work between us. "I just want to make sure I don't lose my beautiful goth sex goddess to jail" I smiled, trying to highlight the reason that might reach her charm addled mind more easily. She silently nodded and walked over to the floor, beginning to draw out a circle with strange looking sigils on all sides of it. She placed her palm on the ground on one of the sigils and began to chant. The torches that lit the room dimmed and a wind rushed in from the halls, at the center of the circle a light flashed, momentarily blinding me. When I could stand to look again, in the center of the circle stood a massive muscular woman. She was a hand taller than even me, built like a bizarre and beautiful hybrid of a linebacker and a pinup. She had fiery red hair and her face was a mask of flushed skin mixed with freckles. She'd have been beautiful if she weren't so terrifyingly feral.
"Where am I!?" She bellowed, rushing at Monica with a fist outstretched, only to hit an invisible barrier and be knocked backward onto the floor. Monica snorted and glared down at her with contempt, before turning to me with deference. "What did you do bitch?" The woman growled up at her, with eyes of liquid gold. I felt a tug of sympathy toward her, confused and angry, but I had to remember the threat she presented to my new life.
