He talks to Lal first.

Seamus ordered Lal, hoping an open ended order would work for her: "Move and talk as you normally would have moved and talked prior to dying."

Lal took a deep breath and scowled immediately upon seeing the Lich, but asked: "Are you okay, Your Majesty?"

"Yes, you were the one that took a bullet meant for me." Seamus said. "I didn't get hit because of that."

Nodding, Lal said: "Of course, Your Majesty, that's what I'm here for."

Seamus wanted to argue but that was likely literally in her job description, so instead he asked: "Do you remember what happened after?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I died and you brought me back with the powers of a Lich." Lal said the last with a look of **** distaste.

"May I ask why it is that all of my guards seem very against using a Lich this way?" Seamus queried.

"Because, Your Majesty, they use their **** magic to corrupt our life and sex magic and that is why we were dying." Then Lal slumped. "But now I'm bound to you both, so a portion of my sex magic has **** magic in it now."

Lal held up her hand and let some fog flow out from it. The brilliant emerald green now had threads of black interwoven throughout, with sparks and small thunderclouds shooting lightning bolts connecting the boundaries between the colors. Lal focused hard and some of the black initially dissipated but then surged back even blacker than before with the electrical discharges more violent and changing colors growing whiter rather than the initial light blue color. Lal's body crumpled and she sniffled a moment but then she drew herself back to a full kneel. "Your Majesty, direct me, please." She begged.

"Answer a question please: you would not recommend bringing back the other two guards that died in the same way that you were then?" Seamus asked.

"No, Your Majesty, I would not. Let them rest." Lal replied steadily. "They died to protect you. They would prefer you honor their sacrifice."

Seamus nodded, his face and body crumpling. "I need time to think." He drew in a shaky breath. "I...I..." His voice broke. "I'm sorry Lal. I should have listened. I don't know... I've never been in a position where someone has died for me before, I never wanted that. Forgive me, please?"

"Of course, Your Majesty. Your will is my command." Lal said simply, freezing and not moving even an iota.

"No, I..." Seamus hung his head, "forgive me if you wish to Lal, I don't command forgiveness."

"Your wishes are my wishes Your Majesty." Lal said, but her body started moving a little again, and a very small smile crossed her lips.

Seamus groaned and then looked at Lal's face, "No...I...wait, you're smiling, you're yanking my chain, right?"

Lal sobered. "Of course not Your Majesty. Anything you desire and I will do my best to give it to you. That has not changed." She smiled and leaned her body forward a little, deepening her cleavage. "Anytime, anywhere, anything you desire."

Seamus sighed again. He was getting tired of how often he was sighing lately and sent a brief glance up. "God, help keep me from temptation." He looked at Lal: "Is habitual flirtation and sexual innuendo a common thread for succubi or something?" He smirked.

Lal smiled.

Nazps sat up sharply, staring piercingly at Lal.

Seamus suddenly breathed out in relief. "You didn't answer the question."

Lal frowned. Then opened her mouth to respond but Seamus had already started talking again.

"My order worked. Otherwise you would have answered an obviously rhetorical question." Seamus explained.

Nazps frowned, her lips pursing and her fingers started running sigils in the air, followed shortly by a nasty frustrated look.

Lal nodded.

Seamus asked Nazps: "Need something?"

Nazps rasped: "Give me permission to use my magic."

"Why?" Seamus asked.

"I need it." Nazps looked perturbed.

"Is something wrong with Lal?" Seamus demanded.

"I won't know without examining her." Nazps started muttering under her breath: "**** separates the soul, the soul departs, bind the soul, flood the anterior mid-cingulate cortex, weave the energy through the deoxyribonucleic acid, bond to the myelination process...she came back so the process worked..."

Seamus only caught a few of the terms but her overall tone worried him so he said: "Yes, you have my permission. Please examine her."

Nazps let her fingers fly and fiery symbols filled the air, row after row, column after column. It was starting to look like a spreadsheet in front of her before she finally circled the whole thing and then pushed one symbol at Lal. A few symbols in her chart flashed and Nazps nodded satisfaction suffused through her face. "Yes, she is okay. Your order worked. It happened so fast after she was deathborn that it is part of her genetic makeup now. Fascinating. I'll have to make use of this in the future."

Seamus looked thoughtful, "does that mean I could order her to have free will again and it could work?"

Nazps paused for a long, thoughtful moment, "No. It is too long after the deathborn ceremony and has no chance of working."

Seamus frowned: "But a chance exists if done right after the ceremony?"

Nazps hesitated for a beat and answered: "Yes."

Seamus sighed. "I wonder if I could order their sex magic to have no **** magic mixed in..."

Nazps stayed still and quiet, her hands held carefully behind her back, awaiting his next question.

Seamus shook himself and smiled tiredly. "Thank you for forgiving me Lal, now, apparently I need to have sex before midnight with Sarah. Would you please escort my wives and any other necessary people to the outer room please? I'd prefer not having sex with a woman for the first time in recent memory in front of a large audience." He said dryly.

His guard bowed: "Yes, Your Majesty." Lal rose from the bed and departed the room.

Seamus turned to Nazps and said: "Do you mind giving me some space for a bit? I need to think please."

Nazps shrugged and said: "Very well." She left the bed, grabbed a book from the walls and sat down in a chair by the ocean balcony.

Seamus looked through his app, now that he had a few minutes, he hoped to find a few more items he could purchase that would be relatively unobtrusive, and found one that let him upgrade his remote viewer to remote control live view. It was expensive, which was perfect. It also was hideously expensive to buy for his entire group of Custom Girls, so he bought it. Now he could act like their bodies were first person characters in video games. Not that he would, but it was useful to burn down lots of points. He had brought his available total down to 150 but was hearing the door swing open so he put it away. Seamus wondered if this was how David or Solomon felt with their wives and concubines.

Looking up, he saw Sarah standing there, looking embarrassed. But Vavnagal was standing next to her so maybe that was part of it.

Seamus slumped. How to approach this? Then he thought about something. "Vavnagal, why are you still wearing a chastity belt? You said after we were married you didn't have to wear one anymore."

Smiling enigmatically, Vavnagal replied: "The electricity felt nice, husband."

Laughing, Seamus said: "Since you still need your punishment from earlier, twenty five shocks at a level you will actually feel with the front probe, then twenty five with the rear probe."

Vavnagals' eyes widened slightly before her body went rigid and she yelped, grabbing at the front of her belt. "Yes, my King! One, Master! Ouch! Two, Master!." Her knees hit the ground and she shuddered, her wings curling in and then snapping taught. "Three, Master!" Her eyes rolled back as she cried out: "Permission for your wife to cum, Master? Oww...four! Master, please, ooh, five! Master, I need to ouch six seven eight, Master!"

"Denied, that should be worth at least another hundred spankings if I deny you your orgasm for this session, right?" Seamus asked.

Whimpering, Vavnagal nodded as she cried out the next five numbers in a row in quick succession.

"Perfect, that means your interest on it won't be as bad." Seamus winced as her cries got loud enough his ears started ringing, but he didn't plug his ears, unlike Sarah.

The shocks finished swiftly and Vavnagal shook herself from her spot on the floor. Panting, she said with a grin: "It's about time you did that, husband, I've been waiting for you to stop treating me like a porcelain doll that would shatter at the least touch."

His eyebrows shooting up, Seamus said: "Porcelain doll! I've definitely not been treating you like you would break!"

Vavnagal arranged herself into a kneeling position and continued: "Husband, you've been treating me like a human wife, not a succubus Queen, much less like YOUR succubus wife. My King, you are mine, I am yours, I want you to plow my valleys, pour milk and honey on me and pound me until I scream your name."

"Uh, that sounds like something Homila would say..." Seamus said.

Vavnagal grinned, "we are from the same family, dear." Then she turned to Sarah, "Sarah dear, why don't you go show your husband and harem master just how much you love being used?"

Sarah blushed and stammered, but still stepped forward quickly, her fingers working swiftly to remove her clothes. "S-Seamus, I am here. I need to have..." She said it quietly..."sex...soon otherwise I won't be able to wear clothes tomorrow."

Seamus shook his head. "This feels wrong."

Sarah stood there, her skirt sliding down her legs and pooling at her feet. "It isn't." Her blush was still there but her fingers were steadier, her stride more assured as she stepped forward out of her skirt. Her fingers slipped under the hem of her top and drew it up, slipping past her nipples and she pulled it over her head and held it off to the side with one finger and stood there confidently, her back proud and straight as she cocked a hip out towards him. Her other hand slid up her thigh to her stomach, to her ribs, to just below her breast where it stopped, one fingertip just resting on the skin before sliding up to the nipple where she pinched it and pulled her breast up a little before letting go and continuing the slide as the breast bounced a little.

Seamus cleared his throat and **** his eyes up to her face where she was grinning wildly.

"On the other hand, I could always just go everywhere naked. I love the feeling of being free!" Sarah declared proudly.

Seamus blinked. 'Where'd the shy, stammering Sarah of a moment ago go? She removed her clothes and turned into an exhibitionist...oh.' "Uhh..."