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Chapter 174 by Fantasy Fantasy

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Early morning.

Will didn’t wake up on his own that morning. He was once again woken up, only this time it was due to a warm, wet sensation on his dick. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the bed sheets moving, bobbing. He also felt something soft on his lap.

Smiling, he moved the sheets aside. Ruth had his cock in her mouth, slobbering all over it as she bobbed up and down, making his large dick reach her throat. Her eyes met his, but she didn’t stop. She kept their gazes locked as she swallowed his cock until he came down her throat. That delightful pleasure washing over him never got old.

Ruth swallowed, licked her lips and crawled her way up Will’s body. She cuddled with him, deliberately rubbing herself and her chest on him. “Did you get out of bed last night?” she asked him.

Will chortled. “You don’t remember?”

“I was half-asleep. So it wasn’t a dream?”

Will kissed her cheek. “No. I had to deal with something.”

“That dog you’ve been looking for?”

“Yeah. Turns out it WAS a dog after all, just completely malformed.”

Ruth frowned and began to inspect Will’s body more thoroughly. “No injuries?”

“None, I promise.”

She smiled. “Good. Now let’s go make breakfast.”

They got out of bed and put on minimal clothes. Will only put on his boxers while Ruth put on Will’s black t-shirt. It was a loose fit for her, but it didn’t reach low enough for it to hide that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Will and Ruth went to the kitchen and started on breakfast. Will began to fry the bacon and the eggs, Ruth put the bread on the toaster, poured glasses of fresh orange juice and was setting the table when they heard a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it,” Ruth said, running to it.

“Thanks.”

Ruth’s state of dress wouldn’t be proper to answer the door in any other situation, but all things considered, the person knocking could only be one of three at this point. Or all three together, yeah, but right now it was only one.

“God, I’m so sorry I missed your show last night,” Will heard Amelia apologizing. He glanced towards the door and saw the two women hugging. “How did it go?”

“You missed my greatest performance ever. Lucky for you, I’ll continue one-upping myself, so be sure to catch the next one.”

“Oh my. I love that attitude. I promise I’ll be there.”

Amelia walked into the kitchen, already dressed in a gray business suit with a tight skirt. “Will, put on a shirt. The oil will burn you.”

“No it won’t,” he assured easily.

Amelia shook her head with a smile and approached him. She kissed him deeply while also running her hand over his sculpted abs. “If you’re sure. I won’t say no to the eye candy.” She gave his butt a nice squeeze for good measure.

Will turned off the fire and put in the mixed bacon and eggs in a bowl. “How did the meeting go yesterday?” he asked.

“I was right, sadly.” She sighed. “Turns out the world is more corrupted with the supernatural than I dared to believe.”

“What did you find?” Ruth asked her.

“It’s what Ishtar would call sloppy work, if that. It had to be if even I could tell. It wasn’t mind control, I’m sure, but something good enough to make people sign bad contracts. I could see traces of aether in the clients. That company really is doing soma shady stuff.”

“Mmm. So either they have someone capable of some rudimentary enchantment magic or some tool that does the magic for them.” Will groaned. “To think there are people using magic to scam people into buying property…”

“See, you’re surprised, but to me it makes sense,” Amelia said. Both Will and Ruth looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Amelia shrugged. “It does. I may have my own set of standards, but there are sharks out there who’ll outright lie to customers to sell a normally unsellable house. Give them magic to do the lying for them and they’ll use it. I’m not going to pretend like I stand on some moral high ground, but at least I do my business based on research and opportunities, not lies. It’s far more sustainable that way.”

“Would you have lied to sell this building if Will didn’t make it safe?” Ruth asked.

“Hard question, but probably not. If I was to make a business out of lies, I’d be in politics.” She grinned and hugged Will from behind. “Would you vote for me?”

“Only if you promise to make polygamy legal,” Will shot back.

“William Swayer, is that a proposal I’m hearing?” Amelia teased. She turned Will around and nibbled his lower lip. “I’m sorry, but I’m not ready. I only just got divorced, remember?”

“Haha! She turned you down!” Ruth jokingly laughed.

“Ouch. Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to convince you?” Will moved his hands down Amelia’s body and firmly squeezed her shapely ass.

Amelia smirked. “I don’t know. Is there?”

Will captured her lips and Amelia was all too happy to let him devour her. She held onto him and wrapped a leg around him which Will held in place.

“Ah, right. The water!” Ruth didn’t bat an eye at the scene before her and put on the kettle for the tea and coffee.

Will sneaked his hand under Amelia’s skirt, found his way inside her panties and inserted two fingers in her already wet pussy.

“Were you thinking of what I’d do to you when you came here?” Will whispered into Amelia’s ear.

“Aren’t I always? She moaned and squirmed. “Mmm. Right there, Will. Ooh, I love those fingers.”

Will found her sweet spot and didn’t let up. Her kept rubbing circles around it and making out with Amelia, even when Ruth let Anna and Reina in,

“Good morning,” Reina greeted with a yawn.

“Good morning.” Anna’s eyes were on him and Amelia, her cheeks pink.

“Good morning, girls… Ahn!” Amelia jolted when Will gave her neck a little nibble.

Reina, Ruth and Anna sat down at the table, much like most mornings since they started living here. And much like most mornings, Will was making someone come before breakfast.

Amelia gasped, her body trembling from the intense morning climax. She lovingly cupped Will’s cheek and kissed him over and over. And as she started into his eyes, she whispered, “Keep this up for a few more years, and I’ll consider giving you more than just my body.”

He smiled. “Will do.”

Breakfast was lively that morning as well.

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