Your Personal Seer

Most of the witches and your wives had drifted out of the great room by now, chatting or dispersing into other parts of the house. Only Vivi lingered behind, standing awkwardly near the fireplace with her arms crossed tightly under her chest, watching you with those glazed, faintly shimmering eyes of hers.

Nyx sat curled in your lap, clinging to your chest with her cheek smooshed against you like a clingy kitten. Her attention flicked to Vivi and then to you, clearly catching the tension in the air.

“Is she gonna try to take you away?” Nyx asked with a pout, clutching tighter to your shirt.

You smoothed a hand over her hair. “No one’s taking me anywhere, honey. I just need a minute to talk with Vivi. Grown-up stuff.”

Nyx narrowed her eyes at Vivi suspiciously. “She smells weird. They all smell weird when they look at you.”

Vivi blinked. “Wow. Thanks, kid.”

“Not bad, weird,” Nyx muttered. “Just weird.”

From across the room, Morgana’s melodic voice swept in. “Nyx, come with me for a bit. Let’s pick something sweet for dessert. I believe I saw that Auntie Lexi bought truffles.”

Nyx hesitated, arms tightening around your waist again. “You won’t go too far, right Daddy?”

You nodded. “I swear it, plus, you have that pretty necklace. Now I’ll always be able to find you, right?”

She smiled, reassured, then kissed your cheek, huffed and slid off your lap with exaggerated ****, muttering something about chocolate as Morgana swept in to take her hand. The two of them disappeared into the corridor, leaving you alone with Vivi.

The moment Nyx was gone, Vivi slumped dramatically onto the nearby couch and let out a sigh like she’d been holding her breath for an hour. “Okay. Wow. That kid’s intense. I don’t think you realize what it’s like for people like me.”

“She’s a special girl for sure. Like her mother is. I think she likes you.” you said.

“She likes owning you,” Vivi replied, pulling her beanie down low over her eyes. “She’s like already got the dad complex going. Which I totally get, but damn.”

You avoided that topic. The images of your mother’s behavior days earlier resurfaced in your mind. “She’s just a kid. She’s got Morgana and my intensity and she also needs my energy throughout the day to grow. She’ll grow out of it eventually.”

You couldn’t help but notice Vivi’s unconvinced look, but you brushed it off, unwilling to face that potential problem right now. Firm boundaries and Nyx’ll be fine…probably.

You sat down across from Vivi. The heat from the nearby hearth lit your horns in a subtle glow, and the weight of your aura, undimmed in your true form, spread around the room like a dense fog. Vivi didn’t meet your eyes at first, fiddling with a loose thread on her sleeve, but you could feel the swirl of hunger and tension inside her like a kettle just shy of boiling.

You said nothing, waiting.

She peeked up at you through her lashes. “Sooo… yeah. I was thinking it’s probably time we talked about, y’know. My situation.”

You gestured for her to go on.

“I know I’m already bound to you through the ritual, which I am so not complaining about,” she said quickly, sitting up straighter. “Like, it’s honestly the best thing that’s happened to me. I feel better when I’m near you. My sight is clearer. My dreams are stronger. My brain stops feeling like scrambled eggs… except when you’re looking at me like that, which makes it way worse, but also better?”

She shook her head. “Never mind. The point is—I kinda need help.”

You leaned back slightly. “Financial help, right?”

She nodded, face a little pink. “Yeah. I’m, like, broke-broke. Like, Top Ramen for breakfast, lunch, and dinner broke. My landlord keeps raising rent. My window doesn’t close right. I have no savings. I live in a third-floor walk-up and every night I try to fall asleep to the soothing sounds of someone arguing with a raccoon in the alley.”

You let her finish. Her tone was honest, a little defensive, but not self-pitying.

“I’m not saying I want to freeload,” she said quickly. “I can contribute. I want to. I’ve got my prophecy magic, dream-sight, and weird visions that usually turn out to be real. I know stuff no one else sees. And I like being yours. I just can’t keep living like I’m one bad day away from moving into a cardboard box behind a Circle K.”

You raised a brow slightly, but said nothing.

“If I stayed here…” she continued, eyes flicking up to yours, “it’d help me a lot. And I’d be closer to you, which—” she cut herself off again, realizing how that sounded. “—I mean, for, like, contract purposes. Obviously.”

You said nothing, just stared.

“…okay fine, also because you make my thighs clench every time you talk. Whatever.”

She buried her face in her hands, groaning. “Ugh, I’m not good at this.”

You waited, enjoying her struggle between asking for help and getting aroused.

Finally, she peeked up again, more sincere now. “If I lived here, I’d be yours completely. You already have me on a soul-deep level, and I’m not pretending otherwise. You want a prophecy? I’ll give it. You want me on my knees? I’ll drop. Just… help me. Let me stay. I’ll be good.”

“Why didn’t you go to Selena for help?” You asked, remembering that they've been in a coven together longer than you've known them.

“Are you kidding me?! That icy bitch give me money?! Vivi looked at you like you had suggested something ridiculous. You were kind of taken aback.

“She’s always been generous and helpful to me…” You said.

“That’s because she wants your magic and your dick. Trust me. Selena Blackwood is not someone anyone but you could call charitable.”

You didn’t speak for a moment. Then you rose from your chair and approached Vivi, and she stiffened—but didn’t move away. You stood before her, shadows flickering across your face like oil-slick smoke.

“I’ll provide for you,” you said. “But you won’t be a guest. You’ll live under this roof as mine—my seer, my ****, and a part of my household. You’ll be the Aristander to my Alexander. I’ll expect you to be with me for important events, interpret signs, and inform me of prophecies regarding me and my family…and yes, I will enjoy you in every way that pleases me.”

Vivi’s breathing grew uneven. Her aura flickered with sparks of anxious desire.

“And in time,” you added, voice low, “you’ll show me just how far your loyalty goes.”

She shivered.

“Deal,” she whispered.

You smiled, content with the arrangement you'd reached with Vivi. To her, though, that expression probably looked more sinister than diplomatic—something dark and possessive. You didn’t mind. That part of you was real, too.

You scanned the room and found Selena approaching with her usual elegant sway. The moment your eyes met, her aura bloomed like a flare—lustful, eager, and humming with reverence. She bowed deeply, her voice silky as her eyes lingered on both you and Vivi.

“You called for me, Lord Asmodeus.”

“I did. Sit,” you said simply.

She moved toward a nearby chair, but you lifted a hand to stop her. “No, you slow pig. On my lap.” You said, giving Vivi a wink of amusement when you saw her surprise at how you treated Selena.

Selena froze for a heartbeat, eyes lighting with excitement before she quickly obeyed. She nestled herself onto your lap with practiced ease, her generous curves settling against you. You pulled her back against your chest, one arm snaking around her waist as the other took a firm hold of her breast. She let out a soft, surprised gasp, followed by a moan that vibrated with desire. Her body trembled slightly against yours.

“Mm—Master,” she breathed, voice already thick with need.

“I have work for you, plaything,” you said, your tone dripping with authority. “Would you like to earn a reward later? I’ll let you pick, within reason of course.”

From her aura, you could feel her already spiraling—excitement and hunger wrapped around a core of near-worship. She was utterly primed by just the promise of serving your will.

“Yes, my Lord,” she whispered, breath hitching. “Anything you want.”

You felt Vivi watching from the side, her presence like a slow-burning fuse. She tried to appear aloof, arms crossed and lips slightly pursed, but her aura betrayed her, pulsing with tightly coiled desire and something more complicated. Possessiveness, curiosity, and an almost obsessive admiration. Your display with Selena hadn’t dampened it. If anything, it stoked the flame. The more dominantly you acted, the more her aura flared with interest.

“Good,” you said, your voice firm. “I’m moving Vivi here permanently. I want her properly compensated for her services. She’s no longer living like some starving student.”

You looked at Selena, your hand still idly stroking her. “You’ll lend her your black Amex. She needs to buy new clothes—something befitting her position as my seer. I don’t want to see her in hoodies and tattered jeans while she’s working under me. Outside of that, she has freedom to express herself as she likes. You will do anything she wants to make the transition easy.”

Then you whispered sweetly. “I want you to enjoy being **** to serve her, someone you’ve seen for years as your inferior. Make her happy, and you’ll make me happy.”

Selena turned slightly to glance at Vivi, giving her a playful smirk. “Of course, my Lord,” she said, voice purring. “I’ll make sure she’s treated properly. If she wants help picking outfits, I can even take her myself.”

“She’s also to be given a stipend. Have Ronnie drive her where she needs to go. I trust him. If she needs help styling or settling in, find someone appropriate. And wipe out any outstanding debts she has. I don’t want her distracted.”

Selena nodded eagerly. “Consider it done. She’ll be fit to serve at your feet by the end of the week, my Lord.”

Vivi raised an eyebrow, arms still crossed, though her lips curled faintly. “At your feet might be a bit much,” she said dryly, but her aura pulsed with heat. You could feel her trying to suppress her excitement, even as the possessive side of her flared at Selena’s casual touches on your chest.

You glanced her way. “Do you object to being treated like a valuable asset?”

She rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, but you felt the soft thrum of pleasure ripple through her. “I object to the hoodie slander,” she muttered. “But... no. Not really.”

Selena gave a low, knowing laugh, clearly enjoying the tension. “You’ll learn quickly, Vivi. Serving our Master has perks. Just don’t fall in love too fast.”

Vivi blinked, caught off-guard by the tease. Her aura spiked with a jolt of something possessive, almost jealous—but then she caught herself and masked it with a scoff.

“I’m not that easy,” she said.

But you felt it…how her desire for you coiled tighter every time you displayed authority. Even now, as she feigned aloofness, you could feel her hunger simmering below the surface. She wasn’t just willing to serve. She was drawn to you like gravity itself.

Vivi, don’t hold back and get what you need. Oh and don’t cheap out either. Get good quality. Selena should be at your beck and call during the process. If she’s not, call me.” I shot Selena a playful warning glance.

Then you gave her a gentle pat on the thigh. “Now go. Handle the details. You’ve got your orders.”

Selena stood slowly, reluctantly, her cheeks flushed and her aura practically glowing with satisfaction. “Right away, Master,” she said with a bow, casting a final, teasing look toward Vivi before she turned to leave, heels clicking confidently across the floor.

A silence settled over you both. Then, almost absentmindedly, she murmured, “I had a dream last week. A real one. You were fighting this… woman. Not just any woman. A devil. She looked like she was carved from gold. Eyes like melted treasure. Her skin gleamed like coins pulled from a fire, and her horns curled like gold-tipped crowns. Wings like metal blades, glowing.”

You tensed slightly.

“She wanted you,” Vivi continued. “Not like the others. She claimed you. Like you were something she owned. And you—” her voice softened, “—you weren’t afraid. You didn’t even speak. You just… changed. You tore the sky apart just by opening your wings. The moon vanished behind you. You didn’t care who she was. You weren’t impressed.”

You leaned closer.

“And then I woke up,” she said quietly. “So yeah. That’s… probably a sign of something.”

“It is,” you said, voice cold. “And you were right to tell me.”

She looked up at you with wide, unblinking eyes. “Who was she, Master?”