Exploring the Manor

After the initial disorganized rush, Taylor led us on a tour of the building. It was a bit of a mess, but it could have been much worse considering it had minimal upkeep. Taylor only stopped by every couple years to make sure the wards worked.

Oh yeah, wards were a thing. They were powerful in the right circumstances, but extremely finicky and sensitive to changes in the environment Taylor didn't know about. So they were basically air conditioning and lighting for the house. The other effects were to dangerous to use after so long without maintenance.

Oh and the lights were so cool! Instead of lightbulbs or the candles I half expected from a secret clan of wizards, there were crystals embedded in the walls of every room. They could emit almost any color of light or summon an orb of light to follow you around by placing a palm to a crystal panel in the wall.

Right, back to the tour!

There were dozens of rooms. Bedrooms, bathrooms, offices, sitting rooms, two dining rooms, a library(that got an excited squeal from Gwen), the entry hall, a master bedroom I claimed, what we thought was some kind of lab/armory full of Artifacts we left for later. Even a small bunker in the basement. Plus a half dozen empty rooms that served no clear purpose.

It was late afternoon by the time everyone had a clean room with working furniture. So we all gathered in a lounge full of couches with an old TV an collection of movies and retro games. Regina found an old fighting game she recognized and challenged us all to a tournament, with the winner getting oral from the losers for half an hour.

"You better like the taste of bubblegum! Because you're going down! On me!" ...Gwen isn't very good at trash talk.

Taylor surprised me by also joining in. "I recall a little bunny asking to be tied up~" She loomed over Gwen, one hand playing with the silk loincloth that hid her pussy."I wonder how she'd like being webbed between my legs?" Gwen's jaw moved silently, face red.

"Woo! Go spider-mommy!" Regina cheered.

Huh, maybe all Taylor needed was a sub to unlock her inner Dom? Or knew I wouldn't be into it?

Emmy and I stayed out of the competitive flirting, her head in my lap as we watched the show. After an hour, Emmy's relaxed blowjob was interrupted by my stomach rumbling. I laughed.

"While I'm sure you're full by now," my elf finished gathering my latest cum and swallowed with a content smile. "I need to get some dinner."

"Do you want help? I've never cooked before, but I want to learn." I nodded and brushed a hand through her hair, my elf nearly purred at the sensation.

"I'm going to check what's left in the pantry and make dinner." I announced to the room. I rolled my eyes when Regina waved and Taylor nodded distractedly with a slight shiver of pleasure. I didn't think Gwen would need dinner either.

Some harem of mindless slaves I have. Emmy giggled at my pout and dragged me towards the kitchen and warded pantry.

I once again marveled at the magic that could preserve food for decades. Canning and other mundane methods could do similar, but the taste and nutrition was worlds apart.

I had fun teaching my elf how to make pasta and meatballs. Her parents hadn't thought cooking a worthy endeavor for their trophy.

I was no chef and the kitchen was weird, but I could still boil pasta and roll ground beef into a ball. Luckily we managed to find jars of sauce and premade garlic bread.

"Hey, champions of the arena! Food!" I said to the three gamers an hour later.

Soon we all sat at an actual table to eat. I'm sure plenty of people would be horrified by our manners, what with a dazed and giggly bunny sitting in an Arachne's lap. Regina eating Italian pasta with chop sticks she'd found somewhere. And Emmy's... Nevermind she had perfect table manners. She was just naked except for her torc and cuffs.

So maybe not perfect.

My eyes met Taylor's after Emmy finished her small portion and slid under the table to join Gwen. Arachne and succubus bonded over our weird table mates. We shuddered in unison when mouths descended on our genitals, Gwen's ears poking up from Taylor's waist and Emmy making me gasp when her tongue slid across my taint to tickle my asshole.

As far as family dinners go, this is far from the worst and only like, second weirdest.

Regina slurped up the last of her noodles from her chopsticks. Then leaned back contentedly, patting her stomach.