Courts and Cabals 2 G.S. D'Moore (the little red hen read aloud .txt) 📖

the couch. My new home was a suite of three rooms; bedroom-bathroom combo, living room, and a small kitchen. Everything was top of the line, but I’d been given a catalogue to order any furniture I wanted to make the place feel homey. It had a definite hotel vibe at the moment.

The next day, a roll-away bed arrived, and Fern placed it at the foot of my bed. She’d slept there ever since. I don’t know if she’d felt spurned by me not wanting to sleep with her the first night, but she didn’t try it again. Without a doubt, I was not comfortable with it. The whole master-servant dynamic might be second nature to her, but I was a child of the twenty-first century. Taking advantage of that type of power dynamic just seemed wrong.

“Yeah,” I answered as I pulled the pillow off my head and looked at her.

The waif of a creature that had appeared to save me from the horse cock Marcella wanted to shove up my ass was hardly there anymore. She’d taken my command to heart, and presumably, with a little input from Dani, reshaped her glamour to something she believed would be more pleasing to me.

Her pixie-cut, blue-white hair was gone. It was still short, and only fell about halfway to her shoulders, but it was straw-blonde now. She kept blue tips which gave her a bit of a punk look. She’d darkened her skin to a normal white that you’d see on roughly half of Americans, but otherwise kept her facial features the same. Other features she changed.

Before, she’d looked like a four-foot, twelve-year-old boy. I don’t know how that pleased the big troll, but I wasn’t going to try and get in the head of a dead man. Now, she had gentle, slender curves to her body; and I’d gotten a full view of them walking out of the bathroom yesterday. It wasn’t on purpose, or at least I think it wasn’t. Fae modesty and privacy standards were different than humans. A prime example, I had to yell at her when she almost walked in on me taking a dump. Doors were closed for a reason. Even now, she was naked underneath the thin sheet covering her perky B-cups.

“Is it a competition?” the Fae asked.

“What?” I had no idea what she was talking about.

“It seems there is a competition going on around us about who can inflict the most pleasure on one another,” she stated, sitting up on an elbow so the sheet slipped down to expose a nipple.

I looked away. “It’s not a competition. It’s just what these people do.” I reached for the phone on my nightstand.

The cabal had given me a fancy, secure phone with all kinds of encryption software. I didn’t know how to use most of the apps on it, but I could make calls, sent texts, and surf the web. It was the result of me not getting a smart phone until a few years ago; while most kids now-a-days learned to use them when in diapers. The riches of the cabal were still new to me. At heart, I would always be a poor townie.

“It sounds like fun,” the pixie frowned, like she was trying to figure out some underlying meaning to my statement, and why I wasn’t one of those people.

There wasn’t any. The last thing I wanted was for my hot, pixie servant, that slept at the end of my bed, to start acting like a succubus. I was trying to act honorably, but I was still a man.

“It is, but . . .” I trailed off, distracted as I wrote out a quick text to the only person I knew in a similar situation.

“What is it with this place? Did you get any sleep at all?” I hit send, and heard the vibration of the phone go off next door.

There was a momentary pause. My phone vibrated with an incoming text. “You’ll get used to it? Want some company?” Dani replied with a winky face.

I growled to myself for walking into that one, and replied with a poop emoji. I’d let her try to figure out what that meant as I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Unlike the pixie, I wore a t-shirt and boxers. I wasn’t going to lie, I was at half-mast from the surrounding, all-night fuck marathons and Fern’s nip slip, but I had other things on my mind. A cold shower later, and I started my day.

Fern was back asleep when I left. The hallways were empty this early, but I’d met some of the other Firsts on my floor. I called them the ABC’s: Alan, Butch, and Charlie. I hadn’t met their succubus’s, but they were all Lilith’s older sisters, and mature succubae.

Alan was an Aqua mage and liked to spend most of his time around the pool. He was great with kids. They’d come up to him and he’d make animals out of the water. From what I’d heard, it was really cool to see little dolphins made of condensed water leaping around the kids. I hadn’t actually been to the pool yet, and couldn’t go for the foreseeable future.

Butch was a bear shifter, and she was a big woman. Not as big as Sam Little back at St. Vincent’s, but probably the largest woman I’d ever seen. That she was a woman was a bit of a surprise, but if humans could be attracted to the same sex, who was to say that a succubus didn’t like to munch on some carpet. Most importantly, Butch was a big old teddy bear, and by far the nicest person I’d met so far; except maybe Nicole. Venus’s personal assistant was a fountain of positivity.

Then there was Charlie. Charlie didn’t say much. His eyes were sunken, always seemed to be staring into the distance,