VD Day 11 - Sure

“Yeah, probably,” you say without really thinking about it as Cas clings to you. Like, sexual **** is bad… these girls just got here and they’re bullying the maids already?

“I’ll handle it at once,” Alcina tells you.

“OK,” you say. “We’ll, uh… talk later.” You get out of there. Cas showers and gets back to work. You offer him time off if he wants to go see a therapist or call the demon police, but he says that he’s fine.

You eat breakfast and read the demon newspaper, which is extremely pornographic and arousing. You try not to listen to the shrieks from another part of the house. It’s Sunday, so apparently there’s no pickup game for you to go to. It’s a little weird that Demon City’s mayor spends her workdays playing pickup soccer games, but the Demon World is pretty dodgy.

You watch some demon TV, trying to decide between the soap opera where two hunky demons are spit roasting a blue-skinned beauty, and the talk show where the hostess is giving a blowjob to a green-skinned futa demon. As the futa demon moans and blows her load all over the hostess’ face, Alcina comes into the room.

“Mistress. Are you ready to talk about the plans?”

“Plans?” you ask.

“For the castle,” she says.

“Oh. Um. Sure,” you say, brushing muffin crumbs off your robe and getting up. You follow her to the library, where… you find something you didn’t expect. The big library has a huge table in it, and all three of Alcina’s daughter are tied to it, facedown. They’re still all naked, but their deathly pale skin makes the welts on their bare bottoms very obvious.

Alcina goes to the table and unrolls a huge chart. It’s a blueprint for a fancy castle.

“Whoa,” you say, impressed. “Where’d you get something like this?”

“Oh, who remembers?” she asks, putting it down on the table… on top of her daughters. So you’re just using them as the table? OK… you don’t feel brave enough to question Alcina’s disciplinary style. The daughters squirm, wrinkling the chart.

“Daughters,” Alcina warns, and they stop and lie still.

“Foyer… with the stairs here on the left,” she says pointing. “Courtyard in the middle, with the wrought-iron gazebo. We’ll need a large chandelier. Also a grand piano for the piano room.”

“Is this the master bedroom?”

“No, that’s my room,” she says absently. “We’ll put you and the other mistress here, I think.” She points at a different wing of the house.

“What’s this big bathtub looking thing?”

“Don’t worry about that.”

“What about all these hallways and stuff underneath it?”

“Don’t’ worry about those either, Mistress. This room, here. The piano room. Wonderful for entertaining.”

“Oh, awesome,” you say. The whole point here is to throw sweet parties like Morrigan’s. This castle looks fancy as hell. Can they really build all this?

“Is it to your liking?” Alcina asks.

“Um, sure.” Like you know anything about castles.

Later, you tell Demi about it as you watch TV. She’s stoked at the idea for a castle, and tells you some stories about parties that have been throw. These demons get up to some stuff.

“Do we ever get invited to those parties?” you ask.

“Sure. Want to go? I’ve been taking it easy because I’m preggo,” she replies with a shrug, patting her belly.

“I should wait for you to be back to party mode.”

“We could have a little party. Right here,” she says.

Real subtle. So of course you’re between her legs, face deep in her pussy when Cas comes crashing in, slamming the door behind him. A second later you hear thumping on the other side.

You jump up, startled, juices dripping off your face.

Looking curious, Demi closes her legs. Cas looks terrified.

“Is it them?” you ask. “Again?”

He nods.

“Caaaasss,” the daughters hiss from the hallway.

“Jesus,” you say. You knock on the door, afraid to open it. “Can you leave him alone?” you ask.

There’s a long pause.

“Yes,” one of them says finally. You stand there. Everyone’s quiet. Cas shakes his head at you.

Demi is mouthing something at you: They’re still out there.

You mouth back: I know.

And… they still aren’t leaving. God. You get out your demon phone and send Alcina a text. Seconds later, you feel the house shaking as she approaches. Now you hear the daughters all bolt.

Cas finally relaxes.

You look at Demi, who shrugs. “You hired them,” she says.