VD - Mistress of the House

You know that you’re in trouble.

It’s been a week since you hired Lady D’s three daughters. The castle has already begun to take shape… kind of. But something so big can’t be built overnight. They only have the rough framework together of the first level or two, and even just that has you worried about how big it’s going to be. Looking at plans for a castle is one thing, but… yikes.

Meanwhile, you’ve faithfully attended every pickup game in Demon City, playing a match every single day. It’s getting more difficult. Morrigan used to attend only about half the games, but now she’s there all the time and her players are becoming suspiciously skilled… as though she’s scouting them explicitly to go up against you. Fortunately, no demon can bring their A-game against your human aura in Demon World. You are still holding your own, but it’s getting harder.

And the parties at Morrigan’s place… they have gone from outrageously sexy to full orgy. You know what she’s doing: trying to drain your energy. Of course she would try that; she’s a succubus. That part of her strategy isn’t working. You have enough self-control not to do anything stupid at the parties, and they get you all worked up so that it’s easy to get in the mood when you get home… which is important because you’re now responsible for ‘paying’ Lady D, her three daughters, and Cas and Pol. After a grueling soccer game… that’s a lot. You don’t have to pay all of them each day, but feel wrung out and spent all the time. Everything seems to grow and become overwhelming. Paying two maids turned into six. A casual pickup game became a fight for Demi’s honor. Attending parties became a test of your willpower. Wanting a little upgrade to the house turned into committing to a gigantic castle that you will certainly have to hire even more people to take care of… who you will have to pay.

It's a lot.

Demi sighs. You’re in bed with her. It’s morning, and she’ll have to get up and go to work soon. You just told her all that… you had to vent. She looks sympathetic.

“I guess even your horniness has a limit,” she says playfully, plucking at your silky nighty.

“I guess so,” you say mournfully, putting your arms behind your head and staring at the ceiling. “And then… pretty soon I’ll have all that and a kid to look after,” you add, glancing at her smooth, red, pregnant belly.

“It’s OK.”

“It is? Because it feels like my life is going out of control. Even more than the whole coming to the demon world and a ten-foot-tall maid and everything,” you tell her.

The house shakes, and you hear shouting and footsteps. It could be anything. The daughters chasing Cas and Pol, or Lady D chasing the daughters… who knows? You ignore the commotion and savor this moment of being able to just lie here with Demi.

“Yes, it’s OK. I know what to do. I’m a professional, remember?” she asks, smiling at you.