Chapter 20

“Samara! Food!” Zoe shouted.

I glanced at the pot, smoke curling from its surface.

“Shit!” Samara yelped, snatching it off the counter and stirring frantically.

“Thanks. It didn't burn,” she said, pulling out three bowls and dividing the food into them. She placed them in front of me and Zoe. It looked like a stew and I noticed some meat and vegetables in it. Samara gave a piece of bread to me and Zoe and sat opposite us.

“Enjoy,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said, reaching for a spoon, but Zoe pulled on my shirt, stopping me. She was staring at me with her pink eyes. I raised my eyebrow questioningly.

Zoe glanced at my lap, and I realized what she wanted. Chuckling, I leaned back in the chair. Zoe smiled, quickly straddling my lap, sitting sideways. I grabbed her hips and pulled her a little bit closer, her arm pressed against my chest, and her firm ass on my thighs.

Zoe grabbed my spoon, scooped some food, and brought it to my lips, but I stopped when I noticed that Samara was watching us instead of eating.

“I hope we don’t make you uncomfortable,” I said, pointing between me and Zoe.

A slight frown crossed Sam’s face, but then she shrugged and focused on her own food.

I opened my lips and took food from Zoe, the stew tasted heavenly. I was probably overestimating it, as I was starving and my last meals were unseasoned meat, but it really tasted amazing.

“It’s fantastic,” I commented, smiling at Samara, but didn't wait for her answer as I scooped some food and fed it to Zoe. She chewed it cutely, and I could see that she liked it too.

“Delicious!” Zoe squealed excitedly, and we both looked at the author of the dish. Samara stared at us with her spoon halfway to her mouth, which hung open.

I chuckled. “Don’t be so surprised, it's fantastic.”

“No. I mean, thank you. It’s just…” Samara stopped, looking between me and Zoe. “I didn't expect that you would feed her too. I thought you were commanding her to feed you.”

“Master takes care of me,” Zoe said, sounding proud of it. I squeezed her thigh gently.

Samara hesitated briefly. “I’m not a big fan of slavery. People **** their slaves just because of their position. Of course, there are exceptions, and some slaves are treated well, but most of them have terrible lives. Actually, asking you for help earlier was some sort of test. If you ordered Zoe to help and did nothing yourself, I would not have invited you. But… now, seeing both of you like that. You don't look like a master and a ****. You seem more like lovers.”

“I love my Master,” Zoe said happily.

I didn't say anything, as I wasn’t sure myself what I felt for Zoe.

Samara nodded, biting her lip for a moment before speaking. “I know I shouldn’t ask, and I was trying not to be nosy, but I have to. Sorry.” She hesitated, then continued, “How is it that you can’t afford a tavern, and you walk in clothes like that, yet you have a magically bound ****? And not just any ****… her.” She gestured toward Zoe.

Zoe grinned, raising her chin and pushing her chest out.

“I didn't buy her, she became my **** of her own will.”

“I wanted to be Master’s ****,” Zoe said. I could see adoration in her eyes as she stared at me. I had only met her the previous day, but something about her stirred an undeniable pull in me.

“Really?” Samara asked, sounding surprised.

We both looked at her, but I could still see that Zoe got flustered. It was hard to explain her reasons without revealing her demonic nature. However, if we were going to end up in bed with Samara, she should know anyway. And with the money that Zoe had stolen, we had other options too.

“It’s a complicated and sensitive subject, but Zoe is… a demon.”

“That’s quite obvious,” Samara replied, smiling.

“Yeah, and because of her demonic nature, her situation was really hard,” I said.

“But thanks to Master, it’s now better,” Zoe added, hugging me.

Samara glanced at Zoe but resumed eating. We followed after and fed each other in a moment of silence.

Only when we all finished, Samara spoke again. “If you don't want to tell me, that’s okay, but I’ve been really curious from the moment I saw you. What demon are you?” she asked, looking at Zoe.

My cute demon looked at me, leaving the decision in my hands. I nodded, Samara would know soon anyway, and I was curious what her reaction would be.

“I’m a… succubus,” Zoe whispered, staring at the woman in front of us.

Samara gasped, surprised. Her eyes moved to the top of Zoe’s head.

Zoe's shoulders slumped, and her head fell when she noticed where Sam was staring.

“Zoe was born special,” I said quickly, not wanting her to dwell on her sadness. “She doesn’t have all the typical body parts of a succubus, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s exceptional and special to me,” I said, grabbing Zoe by her chin. I kissed her briefly and noticed a soft smile as she didn't seem so sad anymore.

I hugged Zoe tightly, then glanced at Samara. Her eyes stayed on us, slightly narrowed, and her lips parted as if she wanted to say something but thought better of it. She shifted her weight, fingers idly tracing the hem of her sleeve, her gaze flickering between us before settling on me. Was that fascination? Or something else—something closer to jealousy? I couldn't tell.

“Is that even safe?” she asked.

“Oh, yes. As I said, Zoe is special, and she’s not a danger to me or anyone else.”

Samara nodded slowly, still watching us carefully.

“The food was really amazing,” I said, trying to change the topic from Zoe’s nature.

“Umm… thank you,” Sam replied.

“Is there a chance we can wash here? We traveled through the forest, and we really need it.”

“Sure,” Samara said, getting up and grabbing our bowls. “I will be back in a moment.”

“Thanks,” I replied, smiling. She returned my smile before leaving the room.

Brushing hair from Zoe’s forehead, I brought my lips there and kissed her gently. “Is everything fine?”

Zoe pressed her cheek against my chest and rubbed it with a soft smile. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

We sat like that in silence, waiting for Samara to return. She seemed nice and was quite attractive, but I really admired her for her business skills. I didn't know any details, but if it was true that she came to the city alone, started a business without previous experience, and managed to succeed, that was impressive. She seemed to be around thirty, so either she started really young or achieved everything quickly—either of which was impressive.

Samara returned to the room. “The bath is ready,” she said.

I glanced at Zoe, who was leaning against my chest with closed eyes, sitting on my lap.

“Can two people fit in there?” I asked, looking back at Sam. Her cheeks blushed, and I grinned upon seeing it. Did she think I wanted to go with her? Or did she suspect what we would do with Zoe there together?

“Y-Yeah,” she answered, flushed.

“Good. I need to take care of my cute little demon,” I said.

Zoe grinned, hugging me, but I was observing Sam's reaction. Her eyes flicked to Zoe, lingering just a moment too long. She shifted slightly and looked away, smoothing a hand over her sleeve.

I patted Zoe’s ass, and she moaned softly. Samara's cheeks reddened, and she bit her lower lip while staring at us. Zoe jumped out of my lap, and we both walked closer to Sam.

I stopped really close to her, just inches between us. She needed to lift her chin slightly to look me in the eyes. I leaned slightly forward, bringing our faces closer. She licked her lips, but I stopped, staring into her eyes.

“Would you lead us to the bathroom?” I asked.

“Ahh… yes,” she said, quickly turning around and heading into the corridor deeper into her apartment. Sam stopped by a door on the right and indicated that we should enter. Even in the dimmer light there, I could see that she was blushing.

We entered the bathroom with Zoe, but I stopped at the door. In the room, there was a bath in the middle and two cabinets against the walls. The bath was full, and steam was rising from the water. Next to it on the ground were two towels and a small container. Zoe stepped next to the bath and started undressing herself immediately.

I turned around in the doorway. “Thank you,” I said to Samara, then quickly grabbed her shoulders and pulled her toward me to kiss her briefly. I must have surprised her because she didn't return the kiss at first. When her lips started moving, I immediately stopped and backed off.

She stared at me with parted lips and breathed faster. “Thank you,” I said once again and closed the door between us. There was no lock on it, but I doubted that Samara would peep on us, and even if she did, I was not going to complain about that.