More Power

The private office was bathed in a soft, golden light. Candles flickered gently, casting shadows on the walls, while the scent of incense blended with the ozone of electronics. The space was a mix of the professional and the personal—a place for business and, undeniably, something more.

Selena knelt before you, her posture submissive, but there was a quiet hunger in her eyes. The way her body leaned slightly forward, the way her hands rested on her knees, spoke of something deeper—something that transcended mere service. She craved power. She craved your attention. And she knew how to get it.

You could feel the warmth of her magic, resonating just beneath the surface of her skin. It was always there while she served you, a subtle pull that made it hard to ignore the connection between you both. It was similar to the pull you felt with Lexi, Cerena, and Kiri–the wives that were already bound to you through your demonic magic. But for now, you needed to focus. There was something you needed to uncover, something vital. Seeing all that Selena was capable of had sparked a new line of inquiry.

“Selena,” you said, your voice commanding but calm. “I need you to find out who tipped off Elara about me. The original source. I want to know who made her aware of my case, of my sponsorships. Obviously, there is someone else out there who knows about me and was trying to cause me problems.”

Her eyes flickered with recognition, and she rose to her feet with an elegant fluidity that came from years of practice. “Of course, my lord,” she replied, her voice laced with reverence. The air between you seemed to thicken with her devotion, but she didn’t push. She understood that her task came first, though you could feel her anticipation for something more, something personal, something that lingered in the way she looked at you.

“I can use my–our resources here at the company,” she continued, her voice lower, almost hushed. “My company’s systems can access any public and private information, cross-referencing databases to find what I need. I can also use magic. If someone knows who you are, then they probably already have some knowledge of magic. If I combine our energies, I can uncover hidden traces, even the smallest clues. With more of your magic, the task will go faster, more efficiently.”

You could sense the subtle pull in her words, the way her plea was veiled beneath the task at hand. She wanted more than just resources, more than just information. She was asking for something—something that only you could give. You were acutely aware of how women felt when they served you, how their desires seemed to fill the room with a charged electricity.

And yet, as Selena spoke, your attention drifted for a moment to Lisbeth, standing near the window. She looked serene, but you could sense the tension radiating from her. There was something in the way her arms were crossed over her chest, her gaze almost deliberately fixed away from Selena and you. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but you knew something was off. Lisbeth’s posture was slightly stiffer than usual, and there was a tightness in her jaw, a small twitch in her brow.

She hadn’t spoken yet, but you could tell something was eating at her. Lisbeth had always been your equal, the woman who loved you first, before all the others. She had loved you even before you had met Morgana. There was an undeniable closeness between the two of you—something unspoken but deeply felt. She was one of the few who still called you "Jim," a reminder of how things had been before you truly understood the extent of your power.

Lexi, perched casually on the desk, seemed to notice the shift in the room’s energy. Her mischievous red eyes flicked between you and Lisbeth, a smirk curling on her lips. "Aren't you being a little hard on Selena, Asmodeus?" she teased, her voice light and flirty, like she was enjoying the subtle tension that had built between the women. “Maybe you should give her some extra magic to make things more... interesting.”

Lisbeth’s eyes narrowed at Lexi, but she said nothing. She was used to Lexi’s playful comments, but this time, there was something deeper in her expression—something more complicated than usual. You didn’t fully understand it yet, but it was clear that Lisbeth was feeling something about this situation, something that left her in a quiet internal struggle.

Selena, sensing the momentary lull in the conversation, took another step closer, her gaze lingering on you with an almost palpable hunger. Her voice softened, her tone growing more intimate, more seductive. “Lord Asmodeus,” she purred, “I need your magic. Your energy. It will make this investigation go much faster. And... I would be so grateful. A little more power, and I can assure you perfection in completing my duty.”

You could feel the charge in the air, the way her words stirred something deep inside you. She wasn’t just asking for your help. She was pleading—no, inviting you to give her what she needed in the most intimate way possible. It was clear from her body language, from the subtle way she moved closer to you, that she wanted more than just magic.

Her lips parted slightly, and she continued in a hushed voice, her eyes dark with desire. “You know... I will serve you. And every moment, I feel this... heat inside me, this need for you.” She paused, her gaze trailing down to your lips for a moment, before looking back into your eyes. “Magic like yours, when shared... it brings us closer. It strengthens us. And perhaps, we could share it... in a more personal way?”

You could sense that her need for power and intimacy was entwined, that the act of sex wasn’t just about pleasure for her—it was a way to become more intimate with you, to share in your essence. The air between you two was thick with that kind of unspoken, dangerous desire.

Lisbeth shifted again, a subtle movement that you noticed from the corner of your eye. Her gaze had softened, but her lips were pressed tightly together, as if holding back something she didn’t want to show. You felt her jealousy now, sharper and more direct, but she still didn’t speak of it. Not in front of someone she didn’t yet trust.

Lexi’s voice cut through the air again, playful and yet laced with a knowing tone. “Maybe it would help things go more smoothly if Daddy and Mommy worked together on this.”

You turned towards Lexi at her invocation of those names–both of them embarrassing and arousing. It was an interesting proposition. Clearly, there was some sort of resentment or barrier between Lisbeth and Selena that needed to be eliminated. You could not have your loving wife be at odds with or jealous of one of your subordinates. You looked at Lisbeth, studying her reaction to the proposition. Her cheeks were flushed, despite her best efforts to look unfazed.

“I’ll give you what you need, Selena,” you said, your voice calm, but laced with that same underlying hunger. “But first, I think I need to make sure you fully understand your position here. You are a useful tool to me, but before I gift you more power, I need to make sure my wife is satisfied.”

“Lisbeth.” You said sweetly, your baritone was designed to entice her. “Come here, my love.”