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Well, I guess it plays out just as well in other rooms of a dwelling as well, but there’s something illicit about doing such things where it’s actually expected.

Anyway, it was a particularly gloomy day, which is my favorite in case you’re keeping track, and this mortal was showing me the finer points of romance. He had made it his mission to teach me things about earth to actually love. Not that there were that many, but he seemed to have a different opinion.

As I sit here now and reminisce about those times, I feel mostly grateful.

See, I am a reformed demon.

I was starting to think about accepting Lucie’s offer to remain topside indefinitely so I could be his voice. It’s a pretty sweet gig that came with tempting people to his side, and the bonus was it would give me more time with my mortal, and more bellyfuls of his famous mashed potatoes. These were points one through five on that list of things to love topside if you were trying to puzzle it out. There’s not a lot I wouldn’t do for a taste of those starchy treats. Such an odd-looking food and such an unpleasant texture, but I've never found anything since that satisfies quite the same.

Well, on this one particular day, while we prematurely set up to celebrate the 500thtime of me pounding his prostate to completion, he brought mashed potatoes in vast amounts to the table, and I brought something to him from my room. The anal plug.

This wasn’t your run of the mill plug that could be purchased just anywhere, though. This was a really special one made from imported stone straight from Hell, from a stalagmite that once grew outside my apartment down there. It had special properties that allowed me to imbue this stone with intentions and sensations, and imbue it I did.

I remember bending him over the dining table, rolling him around in the mountain of mashed potatoes he had prepared for the two of us, and lubing that plug up (not with the potatoes in case you’re tracking, with oil like a noncrazy person would use), and sliding it in. I made a big show of it. I fucked him with it a few times before I grew too hungry and smashed his face down, leaving it in there while I eagerly got my starchy treat over hisshoulder. While I did that, he experienced a little mashed potato fueled breath play.

What? It's a thing.

And that’s when the trouble began. But how was I to know that he bargained away sole rights for the use of his right nipple?

Do you remember that witch I ever so briefly mentioned earlier? She bought those rights like a damn property card in the monopoly game. Also, warded that beautiful, beautiful nipple so she was alerted when I grabbed it (she chose well, that one is slightly plumper than the other) and pinched it with passion, fingers dripping in butter.

The end.

Well, for now.

Chapter Twelve

August

“Can we punish her yet?”

I blink over at my brother, wondering if he's fucking kidding me.

“What? Don’t look at me like that.”

Apparently I’m going to have to assume he can’t read between the lines. “You telling me you want to stick your dick in her after watching that?”

He blinks right back at me as if to say, ‘yes, and?’

I get up slowly, make him guess at my intentions, and I smack him upside the head. “You're a dumbass. She needs aftercare and she needs to spend time with her newly bonded mates.”

I walk out of the room and grab Cory and Adam’s goodies, way too excited to hand them out. I give one to Ash while I'm at it, even if he's not really a part of the club yet. “Here, I got these for you guys.”

Adam is bleary eyed and confused, but Cory understands immediately and starts cracking up. “Please tell me these are what I think they are."

“It was my idea,” Jackson says sullenly.

“Yes, yes, you're very smart,” I coddle my brother. “You guys don't have to wear them, I just thought it could be a cool thing for us to wear occasionally if we go somewhere or when we’re just hanging out around the house and feel cute and want to match. They’re like my shirt— when you put them in the sun, the backs will say ‘normalize pegging,’” I mutter.

When they don't say anything, I start to feel kind of stupid, so my voice drops in volume, but Delaney reaches out a hand to grab mine. “Thanks, babe. I really am sorry about earlier. That man makes me crazy. At the time, it just felt easier to send you to do something so I could sneak out instead of having to explain what I wanted. I don’t know what I’m doing with him yet.”

All of us swing our gazes to Ash, who’s still standing there somewhat awkwardly with all of his suitcases. “Please don’t ask me to go. I mean, I will if you really want me to, but please don’t want me to.”

I pull my shirt off my back and hand it to Delaney, who seems grateful to have something to put on her body. She leans into me as she faces down Ash. “Whatareyou doing here?” Her voice sounds tired, weary.

He finally drops the suitcases and gets a little closer to her, a look of determination coming across his face. “I think I’m out of excuses, Delaney. It kills me that you don’t know that you can trust me, and it’s time for me to pull my weight as your mate. So, I’m moving in. I can sleep on the couch or the guest room or wherever you want me to;please, I just want to be around you.”

She takes measure of him for a moment, clearly thinking as she taps her finger against her chin. “Won’t you feel uncomfortable living in a dorm surrounded by students when you have your own home? One on the staff part of campus?”

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