“I’ve missed you, Kitten. We have a few hours to kill before the shops open. I’m thinking I should reward you for waiting for me as well as you did,” Alburet let the need he felt for her come out clearly in his voice.
Stacia shuddered in his embrace as she ground her ass against his groin, “Please, master. I’ve been a very good girl.”
Alburet nipped her ear hard, which made her shudder as a yip came from her. “Do you want it rough, Kitten?”
“Yes,” she replied, panting in need, “take me master, control me, use me, please.”
For the next four hours Alburet used her as he saw fit, all the while Stacia begged for more. When they stopped, Stacia lay with her head on his chest while her bruises faded slowly away. “Thank ya, master. I’ve been yearnin’ for ya firm hand to guide me again.” She nuzzled his chest, breathing in his scent, “What are we going to do today?”
“Well, we’re going shopping to get you some new clothes for certain. I’m sure Karen and or Fluff will be on later and will ask to group up as well, so we could go hunting. We’ll see how the day develops after we take you out for clothes.” He trailed his left hand up and down her right thigh, which was hitched up on his waist. “Let’s get cleaned up, have some breakfast, and then we’ll head out.”
“Did ya wish a bath or just me cleaning ya with a cloth and the basin?”
“The basin is enough for now, Kitten,” Alburet replied, giving her a quick kiss as she slid across him to get out of bed. As she cleaned him he remembered to explain to her what the term master meant to him. She giggled during his explanation of BDSM but otherwise didn’t interrupt as she cleaned them both.
“So, I be a submissive masochist?”
“That would sum up your sexual tendencies. Luckily it meshes very well with my own. I don’t love causing pain as much as others but I love being in complete control. As you want me to control you to such a degree I am more than happy to give you what you desire, which is pain.”
“Karen be a dominatrix? I notice ya didn’t try to dominate her when the three of us played together.”
“I’m fairly certain she is. She might be a switch, but I don’t think that’s likely. Anyway, now that we’re all clean I think it’s time for breakfast. Go get us some tasty noms. Once we’re done we’ll head out.”
Stacia quickly donned her adventuring outfit then hurried downstairs to get them food. Alburet took the time to get up and had his gear together by the time she returned. They spent the next hour sipping coffee and eating. During the meal Stacia asked him about his past relationships, so he took the time to explain his few relationships and why he had so few attempts at them.
“It never bothered ya, master?”
Alburet shrugged, “Not as such. I eventually gave up on the idea of having a relationship. I was happy enough to hang out with David and Kaylee…” He trailed off his face closing down as the name came out of his mouth.
Stacia frowned as she watched his whole demeanor change as he cut off, “Master? Be ya okay?”
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Alburet looked up at her with a strained smile. “I’m fine, Kitten. Just a bad memory.”
She took his hand as her eyes conveyed her concern. “I will listen iffin ya want to talk about it, master. I can see it pains ya in some way and I want to help ya feel only joy.”
His hand shook slightly at her words while he blinked his eyes to stop any moisture from escaping. “I’ll keep that in mind, Kitten, but not right now. We are about to go get you some clothes.” He stood up, pulling her up with him. “Shall we?”
She took note of his strained smile but didn’t comment as he clearly didn’t wish to talk about whatever was upsetting him right now. “I will follow ya anywhere, master,” she said as they exited the room hand in hand.
They made it down the stairs, where Stacia was pulled from his arm by her sisters. Alburet marveled at the genetic lottery the family had won before recalling it was a game. The three older girls were all as beautiful as Stacia. One had strawberry blonde hair, though technically it was red hair with blonde highlights, called Erin. The next had deep auburn hair with a good bold red still very visible, called Marian. The last of the older three, called Deidre, had the same vibrant red hair as Stacia. All four of the older girls shared roughly the same build, give or take a cup size. The last of the sisters was the nine-year-old he had seen on his second day in the city, called Emily.
They surrounded Stacia and were congratulating her on the upcoming wedding, then they all turned their attention to Alburet. Alburet, coming under the intense combined gaze of them felt like he was being weighed and measured. His cheeks heated slightly, not used to being stared at by so many beauties at once. He brought himself to attention then bowed to them deeply, “Ladies, it is an honor to meet the sisters of my love. I do hope I am not a disappointment in your eyes.”
Erin smirked, “Oh, a right fancy one eh? Do ya have a brother tha’ I might talk to, love?”
Marian snickered, “She’s heard Stacia crying out when cleanin’ the halls at night and has been a bit jealous. Can’t say as I blame her if ya was able to tame our sis.”
Deidre sighed while shaking her head, “Forgive them, iffin ya will m’lord. Stacia did tell each of us a little about ya over the last two weeks. What she did say makes me welcome ya with open arms.” Deidre stepped forward and hugged him. “Welcome to the family, Alburet.”
He soon found himself mobbed by the other two as well, leaving him as the meat in the middle of them. Stacia cleared her throat a few seconds later as none of them seemed inclined to let him go right away. “Tha’s enough, ya lot. We are goin’ out, so clear off me master.”
Grumbling, the three older sisters let him go and headed back to their work while chuckling and speaking softly amongst themselves. Alburet cleared his throat, trying to center himself again when he felt a gentle tug on his shirt sleeve. He glanced over to see Emily standing there, “Yes, Emily?”
“May I have a hug as well, brother?” She looked away when she asked.
Lips quirking up slightly, Alburet bent down and gently hugged the child, “For Stacia’s youngest sister, of course.” He turned her loose after a second, “Now back to work. Don’t want your father upset, now do we?” Emily nodded before hurrying off with a skip to her step, seemingly happy to have been treated equally. “Cute kid,” Alburet said, watching her go.
“Aye,” Stacia said, taking his arm again. “She does the best she can. She always feels left out though, bein’ so much younger than the rest of us. Be mindful of me sisters. They very well might try to get ya to bed them.” Stacia said as they left the inn arm in arm.
Alburet's mouth twisted in distaste, “No. Just, no. I would never do something to cause you harm or grief like that. While any man would be lucky to entertain one of them, to do so when engaged to marry you should warrant a death sentence.”
Eyes full of love, Stacia squeezed his arm, “Thank ya, master. Not knowin' anythin' about the world ya come from it be hard to know what is and is nay acceptable there.”
“Even on the other world sleeping with your wife's sister is not a good thing. Not that stupid people don't do it anyway, but it almost always leads to broken relationships.” He stopped her for a second to meet her eyes, “I will never do that to you.”
Stacia leaned up to kiss him softly once, “It makes me happy to hear.”
Alburet started them moving again. “Let's go sell stuff then get you some more clothes.”
They made it to Almira’s shop just as she was flipping her sign to open. “Welcome Stacia, Alburet. I see you are eager to get about your day. Show me this armor you want to get rid of.”
It didn’t take them long. She took all of the armor, even the chain, at a fair price. Once she handed off their coin she dropped the shopkeeper personality. “I wish you both the best going forward in your soon to come joined life. I look forward to the big day.” She kissed both of them on the cheek before sh
owing them out.
They made it to Grimgar’s shop next, again just as he was opening his shop. “It be good to see ya. Let’s handle business first, eh?” He took the weapons they didn’t want, giving them coin in return. Once the transaction was done Grimgar turned to Alburet with a grim countenance. “Lad, just a word in ye ear. While I believe ye will treat Stacia right, iffin ye ever don’t I will be displeased.”
“I understand, Grimgar. It warms my heart some to see so many worried about her. You will never have to take action on that warning.” Alburet shook Grimgar’s hand before he left the shop with Stacia on his arm.
“Does it worry ya master, havin’ all of them threaten ya like tha’?” Stacia asked as they started towards the tailor.
“No, because they all said if I hurt you, which is something I will never do intentionally. It does make me happy that you have all these people who care about you,” he replied while patting her hand with his free one.
After that they walked in companionable silence until they reached the shop of Margret Wilson, Silken Needles. The sign said the shop was open so Alburet ushered Stacia in to the sound of the small bell that all shopkeepers had to announce customers. Margret looked up with a professional smile, welcoming them to her shop. Her smile faltered just slightly when she recognized Alburet. “Welcome to Silken Needles. How can I help you today?”
Alburet walked Stacia up to the counter, keeping his smile in place, “Mrs. Wilson, I have brought you someone very important to me. She needs a variety of clothing. The only outfits she has to her name are her old work clothes, and this one adventuring outfit. So, I brought her here as I know you do excellent work. Let me introduce you both. Margret Wilson, owner of Silken Needles, this is Stacia who is to become my wife in four days.”
Stacia smiled with a bow of her head, “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Wilson.”
Margret returned a real smile, “It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Stacia. What kind of clothing are you looking for exactly?”
“I’m not sure, it seems I will be accompanyin’ me husband into the wilds to hunt monsters mostly, but I think a few sets of clothin’ for the city would also be good.” Stacia looked at Alburet, wondering if that was the right response.
“She is correct,” Alburet said as he dropped ten gold onto the counter. “If you need more, just let me know. I’ll be sitting out of the way.” He gave Stacia a quick kiss before he retreated to one of the chairs in the shop.
Margret swept the gold up before she came around with her measuring tape and began to take Stacia’s measurements. Alburet ended up taking a small nap during the next few hours as the women worked on Stacia’s outfits. He woke to find his message notification flashing, just as Stacia was coming out of the back. He checked the message, to find it from Karen.
Message from Karen:
Hey you. If you’re around I was thinking of hunting orcs today if you’re up for it. Message me back if you are up for it and ready for some fun.
Alburet sent a reply that he was interested if she was okay with having an NPC along. He got another message just a few seconds after he sent his.
Message from Karen:
If you think they can hack it, then sure thing. I’m interested to see how that works. Meet up at the portal guild in say fifteen minutes?
He sent back an affirmative, looking up as Stacia came over to him with a broad smile on her lips, “I am done, master.”
Alburet smiled and kissed her, “Glad to hear it. Mrs. Wilson, a pleasure as always. I am glad you are tolerating my presence.”
Margret frowned slightly at the title Stacia used, but otherwise ignored it, “The young lady has done nothing but sing your praises, Alburet. Makes me think I shouldn’t have been as hasty as I was just because of your vocation. Her clothing will be delivered to the inn you’re staying at as I get them completed. I do wish to congratulate you on your pending nuptials, as well. It is the first time I’ve heard of a two-souled in a relationship with one of us normal folks.”
“Thank you, Margret,” Alburet gave her a bow of his head. “It is good to know that my choice of vocation isn’t going to be held against me, at least by you. I’m sure we will be back for any other clothing needs we have.” He offered his arm to Stacia, who accepted it as they said their goodbyes and exited the shop.
As they walked towards the portal guild it struck him he had never dismissed Stacia after summoning her just before the patch. “Stacia, I want to find something out. Step into this alley with me.” Once they were in the alley he told her what he had in mind. “I want to dismiss you, then I’ll summon you back to me. That means you are going to have to switch back to human form after I do, okay?”
“Yes, master,” she said and vanished in a puff of smoke.
Alburet waited about a minute as he tinkered with the spell, changing the words needed to summon her. Once he had it ready he tapped his hip, “Come to me, my fiery Kitten.” Another puff of smoke and Stacia appeared in all of her Infernal glory. A second later she changed her appearance to become her normal self in her adventuring gear. He dismissed the pop up offering him the chance to change the minion. “Where did you go when you got dismissed?”
“Our room, master,” Stacia said, puzzled. “I thought I would be sent to the Infernal realm, so why was I sent there instead?”
“Good question, I don’t know. Maybe because you’re a half blood and not a full blood. But it does answer a question. It will be impossible to hide that you are my succubus from Karen and Fluff. I don't think it will impact your family any though if they know about you. Are you okay with them knowing?”
“Yes master, I trust them both as well.” She molded herself to him and kissed him passionately.
When he finally surfaced from the kiss he was breathing fast. “Okay, then. Let’s go meet up with Karen.”
They arrived a few minutes later to find Karen in front of the building. Alburet waved at her as they trotted over to her, “Morning, you dangerous and devious mynx.”
Chapter Four
“It’s good to see you again,” Karen said to Alburet before hugging Stacia. “You’re the one coming with us, Stacia?”
“Aye,” Stacia said returning the hug. “Master has taken me huntin’ with him a few times before.”
“Wait, you went out with her before the patch?” Karen said, looking over at Alburet with a single raised brow.
“Yeah, she was out with me and a few others. In fact, she was with us when we killed off the Orc Chieftain the night of the patch.”
“I want to do that, but I need to get another level or two first,” Karen replied. “Well then, I guess she knows what she’s doing. I wonder about that outfit, though. It doesn’t seem very practical, Stacia.”
“It belonged to me Ma’. She used it when she was adventuring with Da’. I’ve only taken a single hit both times we’ve gone huntin’, so it works well enough.”
Alburet chuckled, “If we are done with the fashion critique for now, maybe we should head inside to see how long the wait time is now?”
“Good point,” Karen said, leading the way. “Ladies first, right?” She let her hips sway as she walked.
“Oh,” Stacia said catching up to Karen and linking arms with her, swaying her hips in unison with the assassin. “Ah he likes tha’, does he?”
Alburet stopped dead watching the two well-formed posteriors swaying along before him. He coughed while looking away before following behind them. “Ladies first in all things, though I would swear I proved that point when you joined the two of us in bed, Karen.”
Karen glanced back over her shoulder, “Oh yes. Letting me get off twice and Stacia three times before you did was ample proof that you do indeed follow that motto.” She winked, “I did thank you for that evening, but I’ll say it again. Thanks. It was a fun celebration.”
“Can we invite her again, master?” Stacia asked, looking back at him as they entered the doors to the portal guild.
/> “I’m not opposed to the idea, but that is up to her, Kitten,” Alburet replied, shaking his head. He suddenly wondered if having the two highly sexual women out hunting with him was a good idea.
Inside, a line formed at the reception desk. It stretched almost back to the door, even with two receptionists working the desk. “I thought they fixed this,” Alburet sighed.
“Right?” Karen shook her head as she looked over to the waiting area. “No one is in the waiting area, which is odd.”
Alburet confirmed her observation, “That is odd. Well, the line does seem to be moving decently so maybe this won’t be so bad.” He did note that the line was kind of single file, save for the small groups of two or three clustered in the line in places. One of the groups had just gotten to the desk and had to approach the receptionists one at a time. “Doesn’t look like you can do a whole group at a time anymore, either.”
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