Synopsis: This is the eighth chapter of an ongoing story. While I recommend reading from the beginning, here is a brief synopsis for those who want to jump right in or need a reminder where we left off: Saliah is a nearly all powerful demoness who feeds off moral corruption, and who had the majority of her powers unwillingly locked away inside an urn. Jack came across the urn by chance and instantly became Saliah's focus. She feeds off him with the ultimate goal of having him free her from the urn's grip. To better understand the urn and Saliah, Jack turned to his beautiful, brilliant, college professor Amanda Carpenter. She translated some of the urn's text and warned Jack that Saliah was not all she seemed. Saliah got to Amanda before she could complete the translation and, through threats and bribes, convinced Amanda to betray Jack, telling him that Saliah would become vulnerable only if Jack could make Saliah fall in love with him. Jack has used magic rings that Saliah gifted him to bring two women, Kerri and Natasha, into his mansion and compel them into a twisted sexual contest.
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Kinks included: this story has heavy themes of impregnation and trickery.
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Chapter 8 - Office Politics
There exists a moment of duality, where two states of being coexist for the briefest of moments. In one of those states of being, Jack was the most contented, satisfied, and relaxed he had ever been. He lay in bed, wrapped in sleep with the soft touch of feminine anatomy acting as his blanket. In the other state of being, his phone's alarm was beeping.
"Electronic assassin of joy," he groaned and fumbled for the phone. A woman's arm, or a leg, was on top of his arm blocking the full movement. They could make a voice assistant do almost anything but, "shut up!", or "I'm awake", or "ten more minutes" when the alarm was going off was somehow beyond the technology.
His eyes were struggling to work and instead of his bathroom he walked into the walk-in closet. 'New mansion problems', he'd get no sympathy for that. On the other hand, when he did find the bathroom, his grimy, fiberglass, bathtub and twenty year old shower head were things of the past.
The bathroom was marble, the floor warm and clean on his bare feet. The shower had three dials, one for the water's flow, another for the water's temperature in degrees, not blue and read swirls, and the last to select which of a half a dozen showerheads would activate. Water, at just the right pressure, and just the right temperature, cascaded over him from every direction.
As if the sound of the shower had been what woke her, Kerri made her way into the bathroom, her hands occupied in supporting two watermelon sized breasts that had yet to start to go down from the night before, she sank to her knees in front of Jack, sandwiched his knee between the two breasts, and engulfed his manhood without question, complaint, or consideration. Her tongue coaxed him even as he considered saying no. The magically modified tongue snaked around his slowly hardening dick, licking his balls even as it slithered along his dick. But the harder he became, the less his objections felt serious.
Time lost it's meaning. All that mattered were events. Kerri's tongue slid forward -- really around -- his dick as she licked the foot long muscle in and out of her mouth.
Saliah, walked into the shower, naked and swaying like a goddess. She moved behind him, her breasts pressing against his back, her hands running over his chest caressing him as Kerri... He had no idea what Kerri was doing, his dick was wet, and hot, and squeezed, and rubbed, but between the shower's hot water hitting his body, Saliah's hands on his chest, her breasts pressed against his back, and Kerri, he was completely lost in a cloud of pleasure.
"Your oldest fantasy?" Saliah asked as she massaged soap over his chest. Her fingers were small, delicate, and wandering, somehow feeling so intimate simply touching him.
He did still owe her from their deal the night before. "A woman..." he started, but just touching on the idea pushed him to the very brink of orgasm. Kerri froze, her tongue wrapped around his dick four times before cupping his balls, the tip resting lightly at the very base. Saliah's hands rested over his heart, holding his chest tightly to her. Jack balanced on a razor's edge, beat after beat of his heart, and then backing away, tides of pleasure pulling back by inches. "Someone I know... sophisticated, too good for me, unobtainable... But needing something from me desperately and offering me her mouth and pussy for it. And..."
Kerri started to move again, This time though there was no stopping it, his hands took her head, it was further away than a normal blowjob, but he was past caring or thinking, his orgasm was as unstoppable as a hurricane. "And I imagine getting her pregnant when I cum!" Saliah licked the side of his neck, her fingers caressing his chest even as he came into Kerri's open mouth.
To call it the best shower of his life would be a serious understatement.
Kerri helped Saliah finish washing him, and then left with her, giving him a moment alone in the shower to come back to Earth. He had done kinkier, wickeder things with Saliah in the days since they met, yet the relatively simple process of having two unspeakably gorgeous women bathe him left Jack feeling like a king.
When the water stopped, jets of warm air turned on, blow drying his entire body. Two at waist height were initially odd, but quickly became favorites.
A folded towel sat in a large glass box just outside the shower. It was warm to the touch, thicker and softer than any towel he had ever felt before. A small dial just beside the glass box had another temperature reading on it. He couldn't help but let out a long exhalation and roll his eyes as he wrapped the hot towel around his waist.
When he stepped out of the bathroom a maid, that he recognized from Saliah's speech to the staff, stood, statue still, beside the bathroom door, holding a silver tray with three white cups on it.
"Good morning, Sir. Would you care for a coffee, cappuccino, or espresso to start your day?" She asked. All three sat steaming happily away, waiting for his selection.
By the time he finished the cappuccino, and had Saliah's magically tailored suit on, his morning had officially climaxed. He let out a long, slow, coffee-hot breath seeing his car parked outside the mansion. It didn't fit. It didn't fit with who he was now, who he was going to be from now on, and he opened the door with a rusty creak and stepped back into his old life.
Somehow the inside of his car even smelled cheap. He'd never noticed it before. Was the air in his mansion perfumed somehow?
A good sleep, a good morning, a good cappuccino, and the world felt like it had a gloss over it. The traffic of the morning commute somehow distant, so what if he was stuck in traffic for a few minutes? The too narrow parking spots of the library's underground lot somehow wider, so what if he bumped into something as he tried to park?
He smiled to himself as he rode the elevator up to the third floor. 'Reference Offices.'
"You don't look sick," Becky Clark said from behind the reception desk. She clicked a pen in her hand and cocked an eyebrow waiting for him to reply. Technically she wasn't his boss, she was a summer temp on break from college, who answered phones, organized meetings, and ran errands. But when you're the boss's daughter, office politics trump org charts.
She was, for the moment, beautiful. If her mother was any guide Becky had another decade before the bloom was off the rose, but for the moment she had all the confidence of a woman for whom the world contained only admirers, and haters.
"I'm not, anymore. That's the point of sick days," he said, and walked past her. He would have worried about that kind of interaction before, what she would say to her mother, but it seemed so dull now. What could the possible consequences even be? The stakes just were not there anymore and without them the office looked and felt different.
