Up and Coming 12 – Quarters and Plans

They did eventually fill up on enough snacks to make them crave the provided beds. By then, the line was short and diminished quickly. Being amongst the last ones to receive their keys also made the process to find theirs rather simple.

Finding the room was a little more complicated. The mansion’s quarters were laid out like a hotel. The room number, 247, translated to ‘Room 47 on Floor 2’. Following the signs to that room sent them up one staircase, then through a small labyrinth of corridors, and then up another staircase and through another small labyrinth of corridors. Without the arrows, they would never have found their room, tucked away in a corner.

“We have received a poorly situated room,” Nyx complained. “Eldred deserves better.”

“Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t.” Avari groaned and put her luggage down by the couch. “Can’t complain about the room itself though.”

Eldred hummed in agreement. It was a moderately spacious apartment, certainly big enough for three people to have a temporary stay. As per the details they had sent on their preference of lodging, all of their beds were in one room. They would push them together in a bit to make one bed big enough for their needs.

Besides the bedroom, there was a living room with an integrated, rather small kitchen (clearly meant more as an option than an actual place to use) and a bathroom of alright size. Eldred would have preferred a larger shower, but this covered basic needs.

“Maybe they gave us a corner apartment because we’re new?” Eldred theorised.

“Could be,” Avari agreed. “Could also just be the luck of the draw.”

“Ack!”

The cute little sound of pain had both gremlin and human turn sharply towards Nyx. Rubbing her forehead, the ghost lady put her shoulder against the wall between living and bedroom. Her frown deepened as she continued to push against the barrier.

“Can we talk about how adorable that sound was?!” Avari blurted out.

Nyx sent a forlorn glare back. “That sound was me recoiling in surprise.”

“And it was so fucking cute I would hug you if you weren’t way too tall!”

Eldred found himself in partial agreement, putting his arm around his banshee. Immediately, she produced a pleased coo, nuzzling up against his chest. A slight gasp followed when he took a firm grasp of her bubble butt. “It was very cute,” he whispered in her ear.

“I am glad even my shock pleases your ears,” Nyx returned in a breathy voice that made his hairs pleasantly rise.

“Oh, so when I point it out, you get offended, but when he does it, you get horny?”

“Yes.” A quick test of her shifting power confirmed that they were still working. Fingers, warm with the life energy their bond provided her, stroked his hardening member in spite of the pants on him. “There is no hypocrisy there. You and Eldred are not the same. Sir is the centre of our world.”

A sharp and dangerous smile spread on the driven man’s face. His manhood stiffened fully. Hungry, his lips mashed on Nyx’s. The black mouth parted readily, surrendering her tongue and breath to him. A full stomach translated to balls aching for release. Nyx took hold of his zipper, peeling away his pants and underpants while he rolled up her skirt and slipped aside the black lace of her panties.

“Sir!” Nyx cried when he penetrated her. She truly knew no shame and why would she?

“Be as loud as you want,” Avari weighed in while pouring herself a glass of water. “I doubt people that ghost-proof their walls save on noise prevention.”

“We wouldn’t have held back anyway,” Eldred grunted.

“Oh, Sir… you’re so deep inside me…!” Taking full advantage of her weightlessness, Nyx lifted both of her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. Then, she materialised as much as she could without drawing a distracting amount of energy from him. She knew that he liked weight to it when he carried a woman, including when he fucked her against the wall. “Please use me, Sir.”

“Laying it on a bit thick, aren’t we?” Avari asked, sitting down on an armchair just inside Eldred’s periphery. “Sir this, Sir that, you love how that title tastes on your tongue?”

“Yes!” Nyx wrapped her arms around Eldred’s neck, hugging him tightly. “Does this secretary please her owner, Sir? Is my pussy nice and tight for you?”

“Perfect,” Eldred grunted. He moved at a casual pace, wanting to draw this out. After repeatedly taking Ellie in the morning, he had his desire for rough sex temporarily sated.

“Who’d ever want to hear your orders?”

The bratty question was an invitation, one he took by first glaring at her, then giving Avari a simple order. “Spread your legs and masturbate for me.”

“Psh, if you need the show that badly, Sir.” Avari’s audible response begged for further corrective measures, but the truth of her feelings laid in her actions. She rapidly pulled her panties off, then positioned herself in the armchair so Eldred had a perfect view of her rapidly wetting pussy. One hand was obediently rubbing her swollen mons, the other letting her sip on her water. “Can you concentrate or do you need to unload the bigger of your two brains first?”

“I can concentrate just fine,” Eldred grunted back. Over the past week, he had been repeatedly ‘tested’ in his ability to remain focused while getting his dick wet. At this pace, multitasking was no issue. “How about you, Nyx?”

“I’m present in mind and body, Si-ir.” Her breathing hitched lightly, which was exactly what he wanted to hear. Present enough to partake in the talk, yet still deeply affected by the half-thrusts that kept stimulating her gripping folds.

“Great, then…” Avari put aside the glass of water and grabbed a brochure she had put there at some point. “…how about we talk about where to go tomorrow?” Opening up the folded piece of advertisement with one hand seemed difficult, but she refused to stop touching herself to get it done. “…This is just the program for day 3…” she muttered. “Permission to move and get the right one?”

“Permission granted,” Eldred said, much to Nyx’s mild amusement.

Avari jumped up and moved herself in a jiggling hurry. Apparently, there were boxes by the entrance that held the flyers. Eldred had been too busy staring at Avari’s thighs to notice.

Avari came back with four more fliers. “Printed the date in tiny font in the corner,” she complained, then got right back to touching herself as she opened up the right flier. “Ah-nyway, Sir, we have to decide what events we are going to visit.”

“Do we?” Eldred grunted. “I was just going to walk around and see where it takes me.”

“Brilliant strategy, I know why you were so successful most of your life.”

“Walking around randomly is a pretty huge upgrade from…” He grunted, the orgasmic clenching of Nyx’s pussy forcing him to still for a moment. “…sitting on my ass for two decades.”

“And walking around with purpose would be a further upgrade from there,” Avari argued. “Obviously, you’re the boss, but have I ever steered you wrong?”

“You did advise I shouldn’t even bother taking over the building,” Eldred reminded her.

“Psh, that was me not knowing you were a maniac with the willpower of a… you.” He did enjoy that she struggled to find a simile. “I know what the program here is though. Trust me, it’s better to have an idea what you want to listen to than to end up sitting in a seminar about the mana market.”

“Alright, fine.” Resuming his thrusting, the CEO of Neverrain considered his CFO’s advice. “Simple question: what makes the most money?”

“I don’t know… but… the… flier… does…!” Avari’s eyes were glued to his glutes for the final seconds of her buildup, then clenched shut when she was sailing through the sea of bliss.

Eldred pulled out of Nyx, leaving his banshee cooing for more and biting her lower lip in anticipation of what she would see. ‘Voyeuristic, gorgeous lady,’ her man thought as he fished the flier from Avari’s hand. “Tits around my cock,” he instructed.

“Yes, Sir,” the brat responded in a dreamy tone. Post-orgasmic haze had a way of making her more agreeable for a few moments. After shifting her position, kneeling on the armchair so she was up enough to do as ordered, her attitude returned. “You sure you can read that?”

“Mhm… maybe I should invest in a way to make you realize that your tits are bigger than your brain,” Eldred shot back, enjoying the sensation of the softness wrapping around his cock. “Make you talk like the bratty bimbo you are.”

The suggestion made Nyx swoon. “That would be… arousing to the core.” She took her usual position, chin on his shoulder, gazing at the flier with him while scratching the back of his ears.

For a couple minutes, only the sound of Avari’s breasts gliding over his cock could be heard. The gremlin had popped open two buttons on her underbust, the rest of her secretary uniform keeping her melons packed together.

Eldred did have a bit of trouble reading. Literature had never been his genre of choice, but he had spent enough time reading quest texts to be adequate at it. Focusing on letters while getting a boob job was relatively harder than speaking. Still, he managed.

The flier’s text was small, the three-page spread outlining the segments of the grounds and where to find what, before giving summaries of the biggest events in each area or the themes of all the events therein. Eldred’s question was among the common ones, answered on the last of the three pages.

“For those that are looking for a lucrative niche, we recommend attending the Otherworld Development seminars,” he read aloud. “What’s ‘Otherworld Development’?”

“Dunno,” Avari responded to the raising of Eldred’s eyebrow. “I told ya before, I’m just better informed than you, not some oracle on all of Iridescia’s knowledge. Given the name, I assume it’s about building roads so other corpos can do their business more effectively?”

“Mhm…” Eldred hummed, then shrugged. “Well, sounds interesting enough.” He pulled out of Avari’s cleavage, then grabbed the gremlin’s horns with both hands. She opened up wide to receive him, her eyes rolling up when he penetrated her sensitive throat in one go.

“So virile,” Nyx moaned.

A couple rough thrusts were all he had left in him, but it was enough to get Avari off again before he retreated most of the way from her pillowy lips. Thick wads of cum pumped in her mouth. “Do not swallow,” he warned her. A tiny nod among her spasms was the only confirmation he needed. “Share,” he sighed, after the last bit of cum had been milked into her eager mouth.

He released her horns and stepped away. Nyx immediately moved in, pressing her lips on Avari’s. Swapping his essence back and forth, they remained there as Eldred walked over to the bathroom to give his dick a basic wash at the sink. When he was back, the two women were still at it, though he doubted that his seed remained a motivation for them to keep on making out.

Endorsing the view tacitly, Eldred grabbed the flier again and plopped down on the couch. There was more there that was potentially worth checking out. There were general seminars, outside of specific jobs like logging, mining or chemistry, about the Iridescian economy.

‘If I am going to be part of them, I should have a basic idea of how the supply lines actually work,’ he thought. He yawned at the mere idea of being back in economics class. Offloading everything he found boring to Avari wouldn’t be fair on her and it would leave him mentally weaker than he wanted to be. He could suffer some dullness in order to be a good boss.

The kiss broke. The women panted. The brochure was pushed across the table back to Avari. “Th-thanks,” she stammered, then cleared her throat. “So, you are going to Otherworld Development and related seminars tomorrow?”

“And some stuff about the supply chain,” Eldred answered, then picked up the brochure for day two. “Seems like there’s enough to the topics that I could keep myself busy most days.”

“Don’t forget to do some chatting with others,” Avari reminded him. “Unless you want to put my bratty ass in charge of diplomacy.”

Eldred just hummed. He did not consider himself blessed in the art of talking, but he was not as grating as Avari could be. The gremlin had next to no filter. At least he had Nyx with him to speak eloquently when needed. “Might be a good idea to pick up a maid to speak for us,” he suggested.

It wasn’t a joke. Avari snorted in amusement all the same. “You want to take that elf home?”

“If the opportunity arises,” Eldred answered. “I’ll talk to her a bit more first though. I won’t be quite as fast as I was with Ellie.”

“But still fast?”

“Fast has been working for me.” He threw the second brochure on the table, then laid down on the length of the couch. “If she doesn’t want to be taken, then I’ll let her go her way. However it works out is fine with me.”

“To have your confidence…” Avari shook her head. “Hope you even see her again. It’s not a small event.”

“I will aid Eldred in the ways I can,” Nyx weighed in from her midair lounging position.

“You really like being the first bitch in this harem, don’t you?”

“First lady – otherwise… yes.” Folding her hands atop her chest, the forlorn woman closed her eyes. “Growing this family fills me with a warmth long forgotten. May we be successful in our endeavours and may we prosper as the lucky few.”

“We will,” Eldred declared and yawned again, he was tempted to take a nap, but he knew that would throw his entire sleep schedule off-kilter for the duration of their stay. Instead, he swung his legs back off the couch. “Alright, I am taking a stroll. Nothing to do yet, but maybe there’s something interesting to look at.”

“You do that,” Avari encouraged him. “I’ll unpack.”