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The Witch's Offering
Chapter 3
Ren pushed himself up, his hands sinking into the lush lawn. Wiping a couple of stray blades of grass off his face, he brought himself up to a kneeling position. Lethe had stepped out of the car to check on him while Katherine was walking around the front of the vehicle rubbing her stomach where it ached from laughing.
Taking in his surroundings, his face fell. The mansion wasn't really a mansion, in his mind at least. Instead of a towering Victorian-style building with a grand courtyard and a circular drive like in the movies, the structure in front of him looked more like a Frank Lloyd Wright building on steroids. Sharp angles and huge windows dominated the house, and water ran down a curved sheet of acrylic that covered part of the walkway leading to the front door. It was certainly a lot larger than the five-bedroom house he shared with Jaycee and a couple of other students just off campus, but still didn't fall into the realm of 'mansion.'
Lethe held out a hand and helped him to his feet as a car's headlights illuminated them from the side. Without thinking, Ren stepped in between the witch and the oncoming car, shielding her naked body from view. His wide eyes as he looked between the naked woman and the catgirl made it plain what he was thinking.
The witch melted against his chest, a hand running down to stroke the front of his pants. "Mmmm," she purred, "nice to see that chivalry isn't dead. But for future reference, we could have been having an orgy and they wouldn't have cared. Even if they did they wouldn't remember by the time they got past the house."
"Wouldn't have cared?" Ren asked. She had mentioned before that the people at the club wouldn't remember the night but why would the people passing by disregard a yard full of people having sex? Someone would at least want to stop and watch, or even join in. With the way she was rubbing him, the last option was sounding like fun.
"Because everyone who lives in this subdivision is in on the existence of magic and monsters," said Katherine. "In fact, I live just across the street so I can be here for Mistress Lethe at a moment's notice. Having our own gated community makes it easier to manage who comes and goes. Those who aren't given permission to enter may see, or even do, many things but will forget it all as soon as they exit the premises. When they leave they will have a feeling of disappointment and no desire to return, regardless of whether or not they joined in the orgy here in the front yard." She looked down at Lethe's hand, "If you are going to keep that up then at least whip it out so I can get a taste instead of wasting it on the inside of his underwear."
The witch smiled at the catgirl and sighed as she pulled her hand away from Ren's groin. "Sadly, I can't let you do that. Xaal would be pissed if I gave her a virgin that was already drained."
"Drained?" asked Ren with a worried expression as he tried to hide his disappointment her hand had stopped.
"Of semen, dear, nothing more. I meant what I said earlier, those under my protection are in no danger from succubi."
"If Xaal doesn't run you off or ruin you for all other women right off the bat, then 'drained' will become a common feeling for you. Human men are in high demand in our world," said Katherine.
Ren thought for a moment. "I call bullshit. There's a whole city out full of men you could take your pick from," he said with a broad sweep of his arm at the sprawling metropolis around them.
"You would be correct," said the witch as she began walking across the yard towards the front door indicating that the other two should follow. "However, the magical world has rules about who we bring into the fold. Inviting a human in for only pleasurable pursuits is strictly forbidden, they must have some type of primary purpose. The human must also have a degree of flexibility," she opened the door and lead the way inside, "we consider the humans among us to be an investment."
"Can't say as I can be all that flexible. My college schedule is pretty gruelling and whatever time doesn't get eaten up by homework is taken up by my side job." Mom and Dad had never been 'wealthy' in their entire lives and were doing their best to keep up with the bills that his scholarships didn't cover. That still left Ren needing to make some money unless he didn't mind starving. He knew if he was in dire straits then he could always call and they would make sure he was taken care of. However, he hated the idea of doing that since he knew how strapped they were already. Thankfully, in his sophomore year, he signed on with a local computer repair shop and made decent money doing on-site tech support for them. It wasn't much, but it kept food on his plate and occasionally gave him the opportunity to do things like go out with Jaycee and Brit.
"Not that kind of flexibility," she said stopping in the house's enormous living room. Getting up on her tip-toes she tapped Ren on the side of the temple. "Flexibility up here. If at any point you gave me a hint that you might be about to break then we wouldn't be having this conversation."
Ren slowed as he was distracted by the rail-less curved stair that ran up to the second story loft. For a moment it looked as though the steps were floating but quickly saw that the colors of the steel risers and supports were expertly shaded to match the wall behind. Taking a moment to look around he saw the front wall was completely made of glass panels and the short hedge outside didn't offer much in the way of privacy. The floor they were standing on was a wood that had been stained jet black. He quickly revised that assumption, with the opulence he was seeing around the room he had no reason to doubt that the wood was actual ebony. A large white rug covered the middle of the area with a set of couches and recliners arranged as a viewing and conversation area. The monochromatic theme of the living room was broken up by a huge sandstone-colored slate fireplace with an equally huge big screen hung above it.
Peering closely, he saw that whoever installed the TV did an amazing job. They ran all of the wires in a jagged sunburst pattern along the grout in between the slate then painted them to match. For the sake of symmetry, the same thing was done on the other side but with fake wires.