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  Sean opened all the other Bonds he had made, pushing energy out to all of them. Most got only a trickle, but in each case, he kept going until the Bond felt full. He could feel the depletion of his own energy, but Sean was still worried about how much he had left.

  Stopping at the door before his, Sean knocked lightly. “Andrea, can I come in for a moment?”

  A flurry of movement could be heard inside before she answered. “Come in.”

  Poking his head inside, Sean saw Chastity and Andrea in their beds, the room lit by a single candle. “Oh, welcome home, Chastity,” Sean said, stepping into the room and shutting the door. “I’m going to bed, but I was wondering if you’ve felt the build up of energy?”

  “Yes,” Chastity nodded. “We both felt the influx, but it’s been slow enough that we’ve been okay with it.”

  “I was wondering if you’d be okay with me flooding the Bond in a few minutes? I need to dump as much energy as I can. It’ll probably knock you both out. I was going to ask Andrea, but since you’re here too, I can ask both of you.”

  “Yes!” they said in unison, sitting up on their beds.

  Sean blinked, his face going bright red as he quickly turned for the door. “Okay, great, umm… I’ll do it soon.” He fled the room, the image burned into his mind. They both had hickies on their… no, no, don’t think about it. Shaking his head, he headed for the master bedroom.

  ~*~*~

  Fiona poked her head into the room before opening the door all the way, leading the others inside. “He’s ready for us.”

  Sean flooded Andrea and Chastity with energy once he was settled in his bed. He also pushed more into his wives when they came into the room. Ida and Ryann, behind Felora, grabbed at the door frame as they swayed in place. Myna’s ears twitched, her eyes going hazy when the energy hit her. Fiona blinked, but did not react otherwise.

  “Ida, Ryann, did you want the bed?” Fiona asked when they were able to let go of the door frame.

  “Yes,” Ida said, taking the few steps to drop onto it.

  “Okay,” Ryann said. She took a seat on the edge of the bed and began to fumble at her boots.

  “Myna, would you bring a couple of chairs for us and Felora?” Fiona said. “That will work for you, won’t it?”

  “I’d prefer to be in bed with you— all of you— but yes, I can make it work if you’ll put the chair at the foot of the bed so I can touch his foot. It makes it much easier if I have physical contact with him.”

  Ryann kicked her boot off, just missing Felora as it sailed across the room. Blinking, she looked up, “Sorry…”

  “Accidents happen,” Felora said. “You missed me, so it’s fine.”

  “I will put the chairs there,” Myna said.

  Sean closed his eyes. He did not need images of more naked women in his head before the Succubus went inside. Breathing deeply, he tried to ignore the sounds of people getting undressed.

  “Do you mind if I make myself comfortable?” Felora asked in a smoky voice.

  “Not at all,” Fiona replied.

  “Keep your undergarments on,” Ryann added as she climbed under the covers.

  “Of course. I am sad that I’m not as naked, nor as close to him as you, though,” Felora replied. “I can see why he keeps you all so close to him. So many differences, and all so delectable. I’ve seen feasts with poorer selection. Even you, Myna... you are a treasure. You must work at keeping those muscles so firm.”

  Sean tried to tune out Felora’s ongoing litany of praise for his wives. Her words sparked images in his mind, causing him to react exactly the way she wanted him to. Shifting slightly, he knew that it was obvious to the three sitting at the foot of the bed, but he tried his best to ignore the hungry eyes he felt on him.

  “Since we’re all ready to rest, I wish you all pleasant dreams,” Felora’s soft voice felt like it filled the room. “Sleep well. Dream the dreams you wish most, and know your heart’s desires are good.”

  Sean shook off the energy that suddenly filled the room. Felora reached out to touch his foot, and Sean used his own energy to put himself into a light sleep.

  ~*~*~

  The front room appeared in Sean’s mind. He was seated on the sofa. “Hmm, looks like it worked.” A knock on the door got him up and moving. He opened the door to see Felora standing on the porch, wearing the Den of Iniquities’ signature outfit. “Come on in.”

  “So formal,” Felora murmured as she entered the room. The moment she crossed the threshold, Sean felt her energy begin to fill the room. “My goodness, you are a wellspring, aren’t you, Sean?” Her voice went from normal to maximum sex kitten as she spoke, “Oh, to think of all the things you could do…” A soft and sensuous exhale tickled his neck.

  Sean spun, stepping away from the barely covered woman. The negligee covered all the important parts, but it drew the eye and hinted at what he would find if he wanted. “You promised not to try to force my dream.”

  “I’m not forcing anything,” Felora purred as she took a step toward him. “You don’t hate me because of what I am, do you, Sean?”

  “Stop,” Sean snapped. “Sit in that chair, and put your normal clothes back on.”

  Felora’s eyes lit up bright red and she inhaled deeply, her assets barely held back by the skimpy black lace. “So forceful,” she moaned as she stepped back and took a seat in the chair. The moment her ass touched the seat, she was wearing her leather clothing again. “I didn’t think you were the commanding type.” Licking her lips, she sat forward so her cleavage was prominent. “What do you want to do with me now?”

  “Nothing,” Sean exhaled. “I don’t want to do a damned thing.”

  Felora’s brows lifted and her jaw dropped, “Truly? Even just here in your mind, where I am unable to resist any wicked, depraved, or sinful desires you have?”

  “Yeah, I’m good,” Sean said, trying to ignore all the ideas that her voice conjured. “I have my wives for anything I might need.”

  “You mean Myna? I bet she’s a wildcat in bed. Does she bite you when you’re taking her?”

  The thought of the one time Myna had bitten his shoulder when she climaxed filled his mind, and an image of that moment appeared between Sean and Felora.

  “Oh my, she does,” Felora moaned as her legs shifted.

  Sean banished the image and glared at Felora. “I see. It’s not just the energy you want.”

  “Some energy is better than others,” Felora replied with a smile. “What about Ida? She seems submissive... does she beg you to pound her like the metal she works with?”

  A gag filled Felora’s mouth and chains lashed her to the chair. “Nope, I’m done. This isn’t what I’d prefer, but I’m not playing your games. You will sit there and be quiet.”

  Felora’s eyes blazed red, and her whole body shook as his will pressed down on her. Eyes rolling up in her head, she passed out.

  “Fucking hell,” Sean muttered. “I knew she was part Succubus, but damn it.”

  Sitting down on the sofa again, Sean imagined metal before him and the table filled with ingots of different types. Picking up a large ingot of copper, he began to Shape it. He finished making a kettle before he looked up to see Felora staring at him, shifting as much as she could.

  “Are you going to behave?”

  Felora nodded, her eyes blazing brighter than before.

  “If you don’t, I’ll knock you the fuck out again and make sure you stay that way until morning.” Another nod, and Sean mentally removed the gag.

  “You certainly can play rough when you want,” Felora said, her voice not as deliberately enticing as it had been. “Are you planning on just Shaping while we spend time together?”

  “I don’t see why I shouldn’t. I’m not going to be doing anything else with you.”

  Felora sighed and her clothes shifted to a demure outfit. “If I promise to not mention any of the things I’d really love to do and know about, will you let me move again?”

 
“Yes,” the chains vanished with his word.

  Stretching, Felora exhaled, “Goodness, that’s better. That one orgasm was enough for me. I haven’t met anyone as powerful as you. No one has ever managed to flood me and restrain me like that before.”

  Chains rose up behind the chair, swaying slightly. “Do you really want to be silent and bound all damned night?”

  “Not in a dream,” Felora laughed. “We are in your dream... maybe you can teach me Shaping. That would keep me from doing naughty things.”

  “Fine,” Sean grumbled as he tossed her a small ingot of copper. “Okay, first, hold that in your hands and close your eyes.”

  He led her through the steps of Shaping much like he had the smiths’ children. Felora was a good listener and did what he asked, even if she did moan when he gave her energy. Watching her work on her first hair clip, Sean reached out to feel her energy, which had grown as they worked together. Sensual tenderness mixed with warm vanilla, surprisingly relaxing, seeped into him. Felora’s whimper and shuddering exhale made him let go of her energy.

  “Sean, so rough. If you’d just asked, I’d have let you sample me,” Felora panted.

  “Err, sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

  “Are you sure? It felt like a light touch, almost like you just wanted to caress me.”

  Sean scrubbed at his face, embarrassed. “Look, sorry. I didn’t know it would make you react like that. Let’s go back to the Shaping.”

  “Anything you wish,” Felora said as she started Shaping again.

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Rubbing his eyes as he sat up, Sean blinked at his wives. “Huh?”

  “It’s morning,” Fiona said softly. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, fine, just exhausted,” Sean yawned.

  “Did she try to do anything?” Ryann asked.

  “A little, but nothing too bad,” Sean said. “She settled down once I made her. She passed out in my dream a few minutes ago.”

  “Not surprising,” Myna said. “She is bursting with energy now.”

  “She’ll be just as listless as you today,” Fiona said. “She’s almost done absorbing your energy.”

  “Sean, was it worth it?” Ida asked.

  “It should be,” Sean said. “Chastity is home again, and I’ll be seeing Marjorie today.”

  “Go ahead and get dressed,” Fiona told him. “We’ll wake her and see you for breakfast in a few minutes.”

  “Sounds good,” Sean yawned as he got out of bed. He was dressed in short order and headed for the door. Ryann stopped him for a kiss, followed by Ida, Myna, and finally, Fiona. “Wonderful way to start the day,” Sean told them before leaving the room.

  When he stepped into the dining room, he gave Chastity a smile, “Welcome home. Your mom doing okay?”

  Chastity’s smile was bright as she got to her feet and rushed him, her arms tightening around his middle. “Yes.”

  “Whoa, hey,” Sean said, taking a step back to steady them both. “Everything is fine.”

  “I’ve tried to tell her that,” Andrea said, looking in from the kitchen.

  “I’ll make it up to you Sean... I will,” Chastity mumbled into his chest.

  “There’s no need to get so worked up,” Sean said softly, rubbing her back lightly. “It will all work out. Have a little faith, okay?”

  “I do,” Chastity said firmly as she let go of him. “I have faith in you and the Tuatha, Sean. My mother prayed with me last night in thanks.”

  Andrea sighed, “I told you he would feel weird about that.”

  Sean scratched at his chin, “No, no, it’s fine. She knows not to mention it, right?”

  “Of course,” Chastity said.

  “No, it’s fine if you join us for breakfast,” Fiona’s voice came from the living room. “I’ll let Andrea know we have one extra.”

  “Well, if you’re sure,” Felora replied, sounding tired.

  Sean stepped away from the door right before it opened. The others came in, Fiona leading them.

  “Andrea, can you make breakfast for one more?”

  “Of course,” Andrea replied and went back into the kitchen. “I’ll bring it right out.”

  Fiona sat Felora to Sean’s right, which shifted the seating arrangement all around, but everyone seemed like they knew it was coming. Ryann looked put out, but put on a tight smile when Sean looked at her.

  The meal was not what Sean expected. Andrea had put together a veritable feast for breakfast: scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, fresh baked bread with butter and jam, a skillet of mixed vegetables, plus a selection of tea and juice.

  “I’m hardly sure where to start,” Sean chuckled, “it all looks so good.” The others agreed as he started with the eggs. “Are we going to run out of food?”

  “No, the next order should be arriving today. It just happened to coincide with you needing the extra plate,” Andrea replied.

  “Oh, you let your Messenger Fairies join you at the table? And two pairs,” Felora said when she saw them. “How unusual.”

  “Is there a problem?” Sean asked when he was about to hand her the serving spoon.

  “Not for me,” Felora replied. “Nothing could be a problem after last night.” She met his eyes, hers glowing gently. “I doubt anything could be a problem for anyone after a night in your room.”

  Sean cleared his throat and reached for some of the meat. “We keep the conversation respectable at the table.”

  “Ah, my apologies,” Felora said, bowing her head to everyone. “I will gladly learn your preferences if allowed to.”

  Ryann’s eyebrows shot up and her jaw fell, stunned into silence. Myna giggled and shook her head, watching Ryann’s reaction.

  “Felora, you seem to take considerable pleasure in making one of our wives uncomfortable,” Fiona sighed. “That will never help you.”

  Felora blinked, “Oh.” Turning to face Ryann squarely, Felora bowed her head deeply, “I apologize Ryann. I don’t mean to upset you— this is just my nature. I will attempt to curtail myself a bit more out of respect for you.”

  Ryann, who had just about recovered her ability to speak, was at a loss again. She stared at Felora, unsure if she was being mocked or not, then looked to Ida.

  “I think she’s being sincere, Ry,” Ida said softly. “All of us have our own quirks. I’d take her at her word unless she proves otherwise.”

  “Agreed,” Myna added.

  Ryann exhaled before nodding. “Felora, I don’t like you. I’ve told you that before. If you can stop being a bitch, I’ll give you a chance to be a friend.”

  Felora giggled, “Direct and to the point, as a guard should be. It is so refreshing after all the duplicity and deception I deal with every day. I agree, and I will do my best. I think being friends with all of you would be a path well worth walking.”

  Small talk filled the silence between bites for the rest of breakfast. When the meal was coming to an end, a Messenger Fairy landed next to Sean.

  “Sir, the large one is at the gate with his cart.”

  “Oh, right, the pipes,” Sean nodded. “Ladies, I’ll be back once I drop them off. I think I’ll be getting some more sleep once I get home.”

  “I’ll get food for Marjorie and come with you,” Andrea said, quickly getting up from the table. “She is supposed to get foodstuffs of her own today, but likely hasn’t gotten to that yet.”

  “Fine,” Sean said. “I’ll meet you outside.”

  Ryann pushed away from the table. “I’m ready.”

  “Let’s go,” Sean said as he left the room.

  ~*~*~

  Angus took a look at Sean and chuckled, “I thought having multiple wives might tax you.”

  Shaking his head, Sean replied, “It was just a long night last night.”

  “I don’t doubt it,” Angus laughed. “But I should thank you instead of needling you. Wife has been the happiest I’ve seen her the last few days, and she even started singing again. Been years sinc
e she did that. That hair clip you gave her has been good for her. I spent most of last night just sitting and listening to her sing as she cleaned the house.”

  “Must have a good voice,” Sean said as he showed Angus the pipes that needed to go. “Those ones there,” he said, stifling a yawn.

  “I’ve got them. You sure you want to come along? Maybe you should get a nap instead.”

  “Have to be there to drop them off,” Sean said, yawning. “I’ll get one after the job is done.”