"Now there's something you don't see often," Aqua says stepping to my side.
"Did they just make me their boss?" I ask.
"More like an owner or household god," Aqua says with a giggle.
I look at her in fear, "That doesn't break any laws of nature or anything does it?"
"Not up here. Asking them how it would play in a dark court might be a good idea," she says.
"So ... Did you want something?" I ask.
"Nope, just came to see if your heart stopped being a demon house god. Looks like you got balls and stamina. You're going to need those. See you around Nameless." she says as she fades into the wind.
"What now Nameless?" Crys asks.
"Were you wanting to slow your roll on collecting more women?" Scelene asks.
"That was the plan." I blurt nervously. "You three want to get off the floor and explain this to me?"
"I tricked you." Splitter said. "My sisters and I are free of our former Masters. We were being pursued by arch-demons to hold in their house, as trophies. We would rather serve you then be their trophy."
"We like that it will piss off the arch-demon lords." one says.
"Us half-bloods should stick together. And with your endowment, serving you is going to feel so much better than those skinny dick demons too." the other rambles.
"By having the three of us you would be bestowed with feral powers as well." Splitter says.
"Nameless I think you should really think about doing this," Scelene says.
"Whoa slow the horn family wagon up," I say looking at the three demonesses kneeing in front of me.
"What Nameless, would you so quickly abandon us after taking in a Gorgon and befriending a Flayer?" Splitter asks.
"What do you mean by have and what kinda feral powers are you talking about? Am I going to sprout horns?"
"You are already sporting a real sexy one as it is, no need for anymore." the second sister says.
"No, auric control, etheric vision, proof against all feral bewitchment or beguiling and three powerful dimension crossing huntresses at your command." Splitter rattles off.
"Worth even your soul for the life you could lead," Scelene says.
The first sister purrs. "Have us means just that. You must mingle your aura with ours and be bathed in its gifts as we reach climax. Thus transcribing our auric aptitude into yours."
'And you must name us in that moment, one that would be only for you and each of us as is the pact of the feral covenant." Splitter adds.
"Doing so also would allow us to hide ourselves in an elven visage, hiding all trace of our feral nature."
The first sister says. "Waiting longer only dilutes the strength of the gift we impart."
"Bedroom now! Before I change my mind." I order.
All three dash for the stairs. I look at Scelene with a 'don't even think about peeking' look and follow them up the stairs. I run thru translations for random candy in my head. I choose three sweets each translated into a different language as their pact name. I don't ask just grab Splitter first. I push her face down on the bed grab her hips and shove it in. She grunts bucking back at me. Grabbing her wings at their base and grinding deeply is all it takes to have her bucking and bathing me in her auric gift. I pull her hair and whisper her name in her ear which causes her to cum harder.
I pull out of her and grab the first sister by the neck and back her to the wall. I lift her leg and shove into her. I pound her standing that way. I can feel her wanting to cum for me. Her eyes beg, lean forward and lick her face. She moans as orgasm grips her flesh. I turn her head, whisper her name, and bite her earlobe. Her muscle control falters. I pull out and let her slide to the floor.
I turn to the last sister. Her eyes go wide locked on my big slimy erection. I pull her to the mirror tell her to put her hands on it so she can watch it go in her. I can feel her vibrating under her skin. I rub my hot meat between her drippy lips but don't put it in. I take it in my hand and smack those drippy lips with it until her leg muscles quake then with little warning plunge in and out of her hole a dozen times before shoving it in and staying there. She explodes in juicy orgasm. I whisper her name to her and yank my dick out. She drops to the floor cumming over and over again.
I walk back over to Splitter. "Your elven visage must have black hair," I say and give her a few thrust of hard cock. I do the same to each of them requesting a different hair color for each. Red, white, and black of course.
"Put on your elven visages and get a taste of my cum my Huntresses," I command.
Their wings vanish and their bodies become lither save generous breasts. They all have a masterful form of elven beauty as they kneel close and lean forward opening their mouths and extending their tongues. I cum in rapid spurts at the scene they make. Each getting at least two gobs of my plentiful semen. They lick each other's faces to get any stray droplets of seed that didn't find it's mark on one of their tongues.
"I'll give you public names after I wash up and get some food. Use the bed if you wish." I say as I walk to the stairs. "You all were really sweet to fuck. I look forward to taking more time with each of you next time." All three squirt on the floor and fall into a pile moaning. Demons, go figure.
"Tempis sweetie, could you get a nice big tuna?" I ask.
"Oh, yes. You going to make those yummy flanks?" she asks bouncing excitedly.
"Of course," I reply.
"Sure thing," she says taking two bouncing hops before taking to wing.
"As for you, Scelene. Give me a chance to get some food and wash the other girls off and we might have a little fun ourselves." I say.
"I can feel my willingness to accept that proposition." she purrs.
I wipe the thick layer off with a wash rag. Pull down the mortar and pestle tossing in herbs to grind finely. I draw a bottle of oil and the herbs. Shake it vigorously then set it to the table to age. Walking into the water closet I put the lever and revel in the cool fresh water as it relieves my tight skin of the extra salts left by the sea waters.
Stepping out to the main area Tempis looks a little shy, her hands folded behind her back. I walk over to see the whale of a tune she brought back. Even missing its tail it's as long as my full arm.
"Sorry I couldn't get a bigger one. They were just so heavy." she apologizes.
"You're kidding me right? This wasn't a big one?" I ask.
"It as a third smaller than the biggest ones," she admits.
"When I ask this size is more than enough," I assure her.
I get to work doing up the fish at plating fish for five, as I finish I ask Scelene to get the pact members to come down and eat. Once the fish is drizzled with the oil I serve the five of them at the table. I slice the rest into a big bowl and pour a brew of spiced soy over the fish. I take the bowl and find my way to a roman lounge overlooking the sea.
"What are you having on your fish?" Splitter asks.
"A blend of herbs to keep those tastes of me plentiful, in a broth of soybean juice and vinegar. Which I don't think any of you would find agreeable on your stomachs." I answer. "How will I know the gifts are available to me?"
"You should have them now, just will your vision, hold in your mind what you want your aura to project and the other is just there," Blondie says.
Of those willing, my vision seems safest. I look at them and willfully shift my vision to the etheric spectrum. I see their true forms, even Scelene's behind the rings transformation. I can read the ring's enchantment type, sphere of affinity, and the strength of enchantment. Something, if I had done with regular magical sight, would have left a wide margin of error.
I finish the whole bowl of tuna. I look over at the table and try to think of names for them all that will help me remember their pact names. The blond I call Jezabell, the redhead Chareese, and Splitter I rename Prizum. Having done that I give them a set of tasks. Each is to find two skilled fighters as their soldiers and lovers. They must outfit themselves as War maidens of the north country. Lastly, they must provide me a way of communicating with them I can carry on my person. They can do this separately or as a group but two way to each of them privately is required.
"You want us to take lovers?" Jezabell asks.
"I am one man, counting the three of you, I have a harem of eight. As you are my Huntress being away from me will leave you wanting, so having lovers on hand is ideal." I explain. "Something to keep in mind is that when you see me to make a report, I get you to myself, no jealous jerks."
"Why War Maiden from the north?" Prizum asks.
"Your fucking gorgeous and can backhand most men out of their shoes. Easier for you to avoid dip shits if you look like you can stomp their balls without having to speak to them." I say.
Chareese looks at her sisters, "How long do we have to do all this?"
"By the close of the calendar year. Just under three full moons." I answer. "You will come here and Crys will let me know. I will be here no later than the following day unless I leave you word otherwise. I will let Crys tell you what we are hunting and why. I appear to have a visitor."
Out in the cove, Slypheria bobs in the water with her guard. I walk out to the landing and beckon her to come closer. The guards chitter and I cuss myself for not grabbing the water spear. She snaps them to silence and swims to the shore extending a hand for assistance out of the water. I lift her easily to the ledge her surprise at my strength clear to see on her face.
"Greetings Envoy, to what can I assist you?" I ask.
"Consort, my mother speaks of you in mixed opinion. You are a dweller yet have a title in the seas. Your affiliation's in the dweller Kings court in speaking for your Queen. The Envoy of that court sees many changes in the dweller king and you 'Nameless' are spoke of as the adviser of these new understandings in his Majesty. How have you come to such pearls of wisdom with few years to you? And knowing not the politics of the sea realm?" she asks scrutinizing my every moment as if searching for a sign.
"It's a matter of common sense, Envoy. Years and old wisdom are a hindrance to what changes the sea kingdoms must choose from. The changes in the current after the dark water island eruption are just one of a multitude that nature and dealing with the dweller are going to have to be reckoned by the sea kingdom. Sooner or later. My Queen chose to act now than be forced to react later. A gift of following a Queen of open-mindedness, her mother, passing a strong clan to my Queen."
"You speak as more ruler then adviser," she remarks.
"It is the mantle of my Queens convictions. Her concerns reach beyond the ocean waters and I am the arm that she has chosen. Nothing more."
"I see you have many women. How does your Queen see these indulgences?"
