Time to Devour the Souls

You arrive back to a stocked playroom. After devouring six more souls, you feel strong. You can sense the magic mother uses, but not touch it.

You eat a lunch of faux gras on your balcony, while waiting for your playroom to be restocked.

You settle into a nice routine of fucking men to **** followed by gourmet eating. A few months go by.

You finish a lovely veal piccata on your balcony. It is a lovely day. There are nothing but dark ominous clouds in the sky.

You walk into your playroom to find only three rather scrawny men.

“What the hell?”

You make your way to the elevator, straight up to mother’s penthouse.

You stroll in with an aggravated expression.

“What’s wrong my sweet daughter?”

“Your minions only brought me three men to fuck!”

“Yes, Lily, they’ve been having difficulty for some time. The city is running quite low on homeless people.”

“You knew about this?”

“Of course, my sweet. I’ve been taking advantage of it as my new homelessness reduction program. Reducing homelessness at almost no cost to the taxpayer. I’ve been getting lauded by some conservative pundits.”

“What do I do for souls! I don’t have enough power to use magic yet!”

She walks close to you and circles you. She caresses your cheek.

“I’m proud. You’ve grown quite powerful. You’re nearly there. You do know our family has a private jet.”

“We have a jet?”

“Given our wealth I didn’t think I needed to mention it. Take a trip. There are plenty of homeless people elsewhere.”

“Thank you mother!”

You head out eager to spread your wings.