Domestic Arrangements

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Bringing the concept of a ‘variable sit-stand desk’ to Euphoria was probably the best idea I’ve had yet, Ahsch thought smugly to himself as he finished off the last of the day’s reports as Lord Odestag, then finished down Ariin’s throat while Kirasiel smothered herself against his ass, tongue desperately trying to stimulate his prostate. _What I should really do is figure out a comfortable, long-term-use rimming chair of some sort… _He paused for a moment. Hmm… or portals might work…

With a satisfied sigh, he looked down at his sister. “Swap. Ariin, rim me. Cunt, use your tits, we need to talk.”

“Yes, Master,” the girls murmured, Ariin with reverence and Kirasiel with submissive humiliation. Quickly, they had done as he commanded, and Kirasiel wrapped her substantial boobs around his cock, gently stroking up and down.

“We haven’t yet discussed living arrangements,” Ahsch said after a moment of enjoying the service. “And, to be fair, this entire arrangement is… unusual, since I’m not the true Head of either House Odestag or House Celes. That being the case, it’s a joint matter of visuals and convenience about where each of us live. Avery, as Lord Odestag, should remain here; you, as Head of House Celes, should remain there. As husband to both of you…” He trailed off with a shrug. “On the one hand, House Odestag is… much less crowded. Avery and myself are the only Odestags here, while you have three sisters back at the Celes suites.”

“This cunt wishes she could live with You here, away from her family, Master,” Kirasiel said slowly. “But she believes that would send the wrong message to the other royal houses.”

“Mm,” Ahsch grunted in agreement, casually reaching down to pinch and twist one of his maso-slave’s nipples. She just squealed and panted quietly in delight. “The problem is that I do not have proper… I suppose ‘authority’ over either of you, in the eyes of the workings of the royalty. Neither House is truly ‘mine,’ and I am essentially a guest of sorts in both, though given Avery is the proper Lord Odestag, we are closer to equals; conversely, I’m more of a sperm donor for you, cunt.”

Kirasiel whined, though whether it was in response to Ahsch’s continued torment of her nipple, or to his words, he wasn’t sure. “This cunt wishes she could give You Lordship of her House, Master. However, that is beyond her capabilities.”

Ahsch smiled kindly down at her. “I know, cunt,” he said warmly. “I know you’re useless for anything besides getting me off.” The way Kirasiel flushed and fidgeted, the way her breathing became suddenly heavier, told him he’d said just the right thing. “Even so, would there be any truly acceptable ‘neutral ground’ for the heads of two different houses to live with their husband? I assume this isn’t a common occurrence, though it may not be the first.”

She thought for a moment, her titjob slowing. A quick, light slap to her face, as well as switching what nipple he was abusing, quickly brought the Thrall back to her proper pace. “This cunt is sorry, Master,” she breathed, lust clogging her voice. After another few moments, she spoke up again. “Perhaps, Master could use His position as Enochiel - and as Prophet to the public - to obtain housing within R’sath? The Ruling Family does owe Master for His assistance - and, arguably, for allowing His death to occur.”

Ahsch thought about that for a minute. On the one hand, he was technically a royal after his marriage to Avery - even if that was dissolved, he’d still be a royal on technicality, though only a low-ranking one. And Kirasiel was somewhat right, even if things between Ahsch and the Ruling Family were viewed a little more on-balance than she said - Ahsch could probably try and leverage dying under their rule to get some benefit.

The only real issue was that, as a prominent religious figure, they couldn’t exactly give him anything he wanted. There was no state religion in the Kingdom, and Ahsch knew from Queen Orleya that the Ruling Family had no wish to change that - and honestly, he didn’t want for the Order to become the state religion either. Not the least because they simply didn’t have the Priests to keep up with all the administrative bullshit that would come with that.

Stll, he was willing to bet he could get something that might work without messing up his royal wife and fiance. As he thought about it, an idea came to him. “Can royal families jointly own property?” he asked.

Kirasiel blinked at him. “It is rare, Master, but this cunt can think of several instances of joint, inter-house property.”

Ahsch nodded, the idea growing on him. Pushing Kirasiel’s mouth down onto his tit-enveloped cock, he quickly wrote out a letter, then summoned Dorin - adding a pointed warning that he had his sister and Kirasiel with him. The servant came in less than a minute later, his gaze dropping to the back of Kirasiel’s head. A strange look flickered across his face before he refocused on Ahsch, prompting the Dominant Mage to quickly scan his servant with Heart Sight. He frowned internally. Jealousy? Longing? …some kind of… personal discomfort? Ahsch’s bond sense didn’t quite mesh with Heart Sight - not yet, at least - but he was able to pick up that some combination of those emotions were directed at Kirasiel… and Ariin, and Mahat, and Avery, and even Elui. Is it just because he wishes he could be intimate with me? But that doesn’t explain the discomfort…

“My L…” Dorin started, then scowled slightly in annoyance. “Yes, Ahsch?”

The hrafthi bit back a laugh. His command still pushed Dorin to address him casually - Ahsch didn’t even have to reset it after his reincarnation. “I have a letter for Queen Orleya,” he said. “Though should she wish to share its contents with her fellow Queens or the King, I would not object in the slightest.”

Dorin had quirked an eyebrow the moment he heard the Queen’s name, but bowed. “I shall deliver it to her posthaste, Ahsch.” He took the envelope, stepped back, glanced down towards Kirasiel with that strange flash of emotion, then turned and quickly left.

I wonder if there’s something more to him, Mahat mused.

Like what?

The familiar made an ‘I don’t know’ noise. Mortals confound me rather often, as you know. But that… discomfort you sensed… I wonder when it began. Or has it always been there?

Ahsch frowned, trying to think back. He wasn’t quite sure - and really did wish he had some kind of ‘Eidetic Memory’ Boon - but he did get the sense that Dorin had always seemed… not uncomfortable, necessarily, but… not comfortable in his own skin.

Ahsch sighed. It was a problem for another time, though now that he was aware of it, he considered asking the servant point-blank about it. If it was something he could help with, he wanted to; Dorin had been reliable, trustworthy, and loyal since the beginning, and even if their relationship was a little strange - they weren’t quite friends, nor were they simply master/servant, and there was the obvious elephant of Dorin’s attraction towards Ahsch - the hrafthi wanted to do what he could, when he could for Dorin.