Poires Mariette

In the backstage area, Lucian sat behind his desk writing. The space was quiet and serene, and that annoyed Reyna, who hopped up from the couch and stretched before giving a satisfied sigh, smirking and calling out, “Lucy! I have a surprise for you!”

To her annoyance, Lucian did not respond, merely keeping his head down and focused on his writing. She bunny hopped in his direction and leaned over the desk, her prominent chest and wild hair blocking his view as she put on another big **** smile, “I said- Lucy! I have a surprise for you!”

Unable to ignore her as she specifically blocked his work, Lucian gave an exasperated sigh and reached out to grab Reyna’s cheek and forcibly move her to the side, “Insolent fox, I’m trying to work. Whatever you have, it can wait.”

Shoved to the side, Reyna thrust her fists down and puffed up her cheeks in a pout, causing her red fox ears to burst out of hiding from beneath her hat, “No, it can’t wait! Lucy, when it comes to mail, the audience likes more live reactions. If it gets too far from the receipt, people will get antsy!”

Lucian just shook his head absently, reaching over to grab his quill even as his voice rose in irritation, “We delivered the mail already, Reyna, and as amusing as it is to watch Caleb squirm, the amount of outsiders trying to influence the show is a bother I don’t want to encourage.”

“Lucy! It's mail for us!” Reyna reached into her pocket and produced three envelopes.

“Oh, in that case! Even more of a bother.” The demon rolled his eyes before sighing, “Hand them over. Might as well get this over with. I don’t want to see a surge of complaints about how I’m antisocial or whatever.”

“Well, not more than normal at least!” Reyna beamed, leaning in and handing two of the envelopes to Lucian, and keeping one for herself that she hopped back to the couch to read.

Taking the first letter in hand, Lucian ran a nail across its top, tearing it open and revealing the letter inside. He unfolded it and began to read:

Dearest Lucian,
Your last letter was… as sharp as the rind of the durian you sent me. I thank you for the basket of fruit; even a Host does not often receive gifts without some hidden barb. It reminded me that cruelty and kindness can, strangely, be wrapped in the same skin.
I have watched your season unfold from afar. The elegance with which you weave temptation and betrayal into every challenge is undeniable. Yet I cannot help but see how near you skirt to something darker: a contest not of hearts, but of wounds. When I see your Contestants clawing at one another, I wonder: are they learning, or merely bleeding for your amusement? I ask not to chastise you, but because I have walked that road myself, and it led only to ruins.
I hear you rage at the mask. That one of them glimpsed the man you once were. I will not pretend to know the weight of your mortal shame, but I know the taste of shame well. You may wish to bury what they saw. Yet I have learned that nothing good comes out of burying truths. Mortals may see us as gods, Hosts, demons, but this does not change who we are. We carry that past, even when we would wish otherwise.
Lucian, I know you would not welcome help, least of all mine. I know you pride yourself on strength, on control, on making your Contestants dance at the edge of despair. But perhaps consider this: even a traveler who did not choose his path deserves a lantern to light the way. I once thought my harems needed only the whip. Now I know they needed the hand as well.
I will not tell you to change. But I will remind you: cruelty alone does not prove power. Sometimes it is far more difficult — and far more enduring — to guide than to break. And if nothing else, remember: the goal of a Host is to ensure the harem and the Master are happy with their lot. That will be the measure of your success, not the wounds you inflict or betrayals you cause.
Arabella

As he finished the letter, a gift basket of Durians surrounding a single corpse flower embedded in the center appeared immediately, filling the space with the smell of decaying flesh. Lucian reached down and grabbed a durian, and with a sharp tug ripped it open to reveal the yellow flesh inside, reaching in he picked out a piece and chewed on it as he looked over the letter again.

His disappointment was immeasurable, his disgust fathomless. Those early transformations had been delightful, and the promise of seeing a seasoned host in action had promised something worthwhile. Only to see the truth, Arabella was defanged; age had made her sentimental.

As he held the letter, the paper darkened before catching alight and beginning to burn in the demon’s hand, “You mistake me, Arabella, I am not here to prove power or control. I’m proving the one unassailable truth. Humankind is a cesspool, and they deserve what is coming to them.” He clenched his fist, making the smouldering letter spread to ash, “Cruelty? I have not begun to be cruel. I will strip them of their facades, and with their skin exposed to the flame, we will see who they truly are.”

The next letter was of the same design, and he began to pull that open as well. Meanwhile, on the couch, Reyna pulled her own letter open, a big grin across her face. She had been anxiously waiting for the return on this, so it was with full smiles that she began to read:

To Reyna, who calls herself my great-granddaughter,
Your letter reached me on fleet wings, thanks to the incomparable Arabella, and I read it with half a laugh and half a sigh. You write with foxish charm—bold, audacious, unashamed. I will not deny the kinship you claim; some glimmer of my wit does flicker in your words. But lineage is proven in deeds, not boasts. My blood flows through many; only a few I call my kin.
You delight in duping mortals, in shaming lords, in seducing and slipping away unscathed. All clever arts, yes—but tell me, what remains after you pass? My thefts gave the lyre, and thus music. My bargains reconciled gods. My steps marked out paths for travelers and cast light upon the road. You mock and wound, but do you guide? Or guard?
For know this, child of mischief: all who wander are my concern. Even those unwilling, even those snatched from hearth and kin—such as the poor souls your demon plans to ****, those you call contestants. They too are travelers, though their journey was thrust upon them, and by my office I am their protector. It is a duty as old as my sandals, and one you seem to have forgotten. A trickster worthy of my name knows when to jest, and when to shield. Do not mistake me, Reyna—I relish audacity, and yours is bright indeed. But if you would be my descendant in truth, then let your tricks bind rather than break, weave rather than sever. Otherwise, you are only my shadow, cast low across the dung heap. As for your invitation—careful, little fox. The company of gods is not always the gift mortals expect. Still, should I walk your road one day, we shall see whether you welcome the lesson.
Until then, great-granddaughter-by-claim, play boldly, but remember whom you mock when you toy with travelers.
Herman

Despite the eagerness with which she had entered the letter, Reyna’s face was now abject disdain, her features sunken in a mix of irritation and disappointment. Her hand trembled slightly, “He’s just like the rest of them…so fucking stupid. I thought he, of all people, would understand.” She muttered under her breath, “But no, he’s the same fuddy duddy as the rest, arguing about building something, greater purpose…”

Reyna’s eyes smouldered as she spat on the ground. When she raised her head, her eyes were filled with purpose. “Just wait, Great-grandpa. Soon everyone will see the joke I’m playing, and then they’ll have to understand.”

Across the room, Lucian erupted into laughter, reading the other letter, and then stood abruptly, “Ah, maybe letters aren’t a waste of time after all. Hmm, how to go about this…” His face was twisted in malevolent delight as he stroked his chin, “Reyna, how long do we have before Caleb and his date go to sleep?”

Reyna looked up, her dour expression vanished as if it had never been present, “Well, Lucy, given how events have proceeded, a couple of hours?”

Standing up, the demon marched, “Then let us be about it, we need to get a pathway to another season forward and back ready. This is too good an opportunity to miss. Caleb is going to hate this.”

Raising up Reyna skipped behind Lucian to the door, letting the discarded letter from Herman fall to the ground.

Back in the Master’s suite, Caleb and Lily were leaning against each other on the couch as the grandfather left with the iconic line to his grandson, Fred Savage. At some point during the film, their hands had found each other and hadn’t left, so with a tilt of her head, Lily pressed her forehead against Caleb’s shoulder, “You know, when I asked you if you wanted to watch the film, you missed a perfect opportunity to respond with ‘As you wish’.”

As Lily smiled up at him, Caleb smiled and scoffed, shaking his head, “No, I don’t have any right to the words or to compare myself to Wesley. The man waited years for true love, never knowing if he’d see Buttercup again, and then overcame numerous obstacles to find her and stop her from getting married to the man she didn’t love. I’m a fucking bastard and a half, don’t have any claim to comparing myself to that.”

“Well…maybe that’s true…” Lily nuzzled her head against his shoulder, “But, you don’t have to be Wesley, you know? It’s ok to just be Caleb. I...” She paused and then breathed out the words like a realization, “I like Caleb. Even if you’re a bit of a bastard sometimes, you try your best, and I know you want to do the right thing.”

“If that were true, I wouldn’t have cheated.” Caleb turned his head away, “I appreciate it, but...”

Lily grabbed Caleb’s face, “No way, you don’t get to do that to the person you cheated on. I’m the one telling you that you aren’t a bad person. You did a bad thing. Are you not allowed to make mistakes? I’ve made so many, just in the time being here. Are you going to tell me I’m a bad person who doesn’t deserve to be happy now?”

Getting flustered, Caleb’s eyes shifted from side to side, unable to move his head and with Lily so close, unsure where to look, “No, no, of course not. I just-”

“Shut up for a bit, Caleb,” And with those words, forcefully pulled Caleb into an intense kiss, shifting her body and swinging her leg over to straddle him on the couch as she kept her hands on either side of his face.

Caught off guard, Caleb was frozen for a moment, his hands flying up from his sides. Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure; this one was not one of them. As Caleb began to respond to Lily, his hands came down and ran over her body, causing her to moan against his lips. This kiss was sloppy and pure it was not. Their hands each sought the comfort of the other’s body, pulling each other closer. Caleb had his hands firmly on Lily’s backside, causing her to grind against the bulge in his pants.

Lily had her hands running through Caleb’s hair as her tongue fervently assaulted his mouth, panting, her chest heaving. She took one hand out from her grip on his head to run it down over his chest and slide it past his waistband, gripping his erection in her hand. Encouraged by its hardness, she began to stroke his length as sparkling pollen began to rain on the two of them.

Lily- Touched Master’s Penis! +2 VP

The pollen stoked the passion between them, taking what was already a smouldering fire and turning it into a raging brushfire, which would cause taxpayers in the area hardship for months to come. Keeping her grip firm on him, Lily managed to break the kiss for a moment to let out a husky, “Bed…now!”

Eagerly nodding, Caleb felt like his body was on fire and that a steel rod had been placed between his legs as Lily hastily climbed off him and made her way to the bed. Caleb began hastily throwing off his clothes, and he watched as Lily’s clothes unwove themselves. The vines and leaves that made up her outfit, untwisting and moving around her body, gathered at her wrists and ankles. He watched as the vines coiled around the bedposts and bound her, spread open on the bed as she looked at him with a heated smile, face flushed with arousal

Lily- Bound by Self: +3 VP FIRST x2 BONUS

Lily- Showed Naked Body to Master! +5 VP

Seeing her body glistening with sweat in dim light, bound and arching her body against the bed, Caleb found thought leaving his mind as he positioned himself between her legs and ran his hands over her thighs, thumbs digging slightly into her flesh, causing Lily to emit a high pitched whine and to arch her back, “Caleb, please don’t make me wait any longer.”

Seeming almost deaf to her words, Caleb leaned forward and dragged his tongue over her inner thigh before kissing it. Lily bucked her hips slightly towards him and wrenched against her bindings, “No, Caleb, that’s not what…I want…” She let out a mewling protest as his lips reached the point where her thighs met her sex and began to suck until he left a dark green hickey, his nose pressed into her flesh as she thrust her hips upwards towards the sensation.”

“No, Caleb, please, I need you…inside me.” She managed to let out.

Smiling from below, Caleb slid his tongue over her entrance, “Like this?” He held her thighs in place and dove his tongue into her, running over her folds and curling his length inside her. As the sensations washed over her body like a wave, Lily’s head and arms jerked against the restraints. “No, not your tongue… please Caleb, I need…I need”

Lily- Eaten out by the Master! +3 VP

Letting out a sharp gasp, Lily threw her head back, and Caleb slid out to give her a heated look, “What do you need, Lil?” He was trying desperately to remain cool, but the heat radiating from his body made him sure he could not keep this facade up for much longer.

“Your cock, Caleb, give me your cock, please!” Lily whined, and Caleb gave an internal sigh of relief, not needing to drag it out any longer, as he positioned himself at the plant woman’s slick entrance and shoved himself inside, feeling her wet insides welcome him and pull him deeper.

Lily arched her back against the bed, straining against her bindings, trying to **** his way deeper into her as she let out heavy breaths and rolled her hips to meet his thrusts. There was no longer anything playful about their union. As glistening pollen rained, fueling the heat, the two began to devolve into instinctual rutting, bodies seeking each other out of a primal urge to seek pleasure.

Lily- Had Sex With the Master! +10 VP

With a fevered roar, Caleb thrust deep inside Lily’s inviting interior as he chased release. Lily was no less frantic, pushing her hips up and grinding her pelvis against Caleb’s feverish thrusts. With a final, powerful thrust, Caleb hit Lily in just the right spot to send her careening over the edge, and as her insides spasmed and he convulsed around his length, Caleb was soon to follow. The two of them collapsed into a sweaty heap on the bed.

After a period of silence, the vines binding her decayed, and Lily reached around and wrapped her arm around Caleb, who groaned, “Nooooo, too hot.”

Chuckling, Lily nuzzled against him, “Too bad, post sex cuddling is a must.”

“Ok…I suppose I can cope with that.” Caleb grinned and wrapped his arms around Lily and the two of them began to drift off to sleep.

Began to, but then in a flash of flames, both were jolted up by the rapid appearance of Lucian, Reyna, and in Lucian’s hands a tired, disheveled Stella who blearily gazed at the two of them and then smirked, “Fuck, you too must have really gone at it, mind if I joi- woah, hey!”

Stella was unceremoniously tossed onto the bed by Lucian as Reyna held up two outfits on hangers and cheerfully squeaked, “Time to get changed, it's a party!”

Caleb narrowed his eyes and looked at Lucian, “What the hell is going on?”

As Reyna began to toss outfits to each of them, “You were invited to a birthday party of another Harem Hotel Master. I am graciously allowing you to attend.”

Stella rose up, “Hey! Is that why you brought me here, because he’s gonna miss our date? I had plans, you know!” the imp yelled indignantly

The demon regarded her with a bored expression, “The party will take place outside of our time. You will return approximately a minute after you left from our perspective. You will get your date and a chance to sleep upon return. I think I’m being most generous here!”

Unconvinced, Caleb looked over at Lily, who was partially hiding behind him, and then back at the host, “What's the catch? What are you getting out of this?”

“There is no catch. I am doing my duty as a host and fostering new and exciting experiences for the audience. Now get changed, you don’t want to miss any of the fun. I’ll be back to collect you.” And with a flash, the demon and assistant were gone once more.

Caleb looked at the girls remaining with him, “What do you think?”

“It might be nice…to see other people in the same situation as us?” Lily said hopefully.

“Yeah, and besides, it’s a party, why would you turn that down?” Stella said, her eyes never leaving Lily’s breasts, who noticed, shrank back and began creating a new dress

Caleb sighed and looked down at the pressed suit in his hands. If it couldn’t be helped, they might as well meet it head-on. Seeing another Master might be good, actually. Though if it were a birthday, he’d need to ask if there was a way he could bring a present. He stood up and began to get changed, trying to mentally prepare for whatever might come.

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