Writer's Note: Once again the story got away from me a bit, and I didn't get as far into this next part as I had intended. With this one just over 9k words, I figured I'd break it up into two chapters, so we don't get as much screen time with Christine as I had originally intended here. Fans of Ia might not mind, however, as she is undoubtedly the star here while Adam moves into his new home.

Hope you enjoy it!

I woke up in heaven.

Well, not the divine afterlife, but about as close to it as I could imagine. Sheets heavy with Ia's floral scent ensconced me; their cotton fibers woven so finely they felt like silk.

Reaching out, I snagged one of the multitudes of pillows to prop myself up and admire my new bedroom. I hadn't seen it in the light of day until now, and Jesus Christ was it impressive.

This was a legit HGTV dream home.

Warm morning sunlight pierced small gaps in heavy wooden blinds covering the windows. Eight of the huge portals bordered the room on two sides. Fans of dense paper filtered the rays from penetrating their palladian arches.

Sumptuous furniture in a glazed maple finish provided a framework for the contemporary artwork and accents throughout. The ceiling had more layers of trim and complications than I could count and hosted small recessed lights around its periphery to avoid drawing attention from the centerpiece: an exquisite chandelier above the bed that sparkled dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Several cardboard boxes filled with my effects along with a few (somewhat embarrassing) framed posters my parents didn't want left behind were piled next to the entrance to the walk-in closet.

Last night, after figuring out how to manipulate my parents into thinking there was absolutely nothing wrong with their high school-aged son moving out, I pulled together all my (depressingly few) worldly possessions and headed off to my new home. It was a strange thought: I'd never live in that house again.

I felt a pang of sadness at the chapter of my life coming to a close. All my experiences within a house shared with a loving family and friends now cast into the annals of memory, never to be reenacted. Such was life, however, and as I looked around, I found the adage rang true: out with the old, in with the new.

A familiar ache in my loins reminded me of my present predicament. As usual, my cock was rock solid and ready to fuck anything warm and wet. I'd been having such a pleasant dream about railing a couple of lithe contestants on one of those dance competition shows I'd recently seen. The redhead was just about to get blasted like some kind of abstract impressionist painting when I woke up. A splinter of annoyance at the lack of a woman ready to rectify the problem asserted itself briefly, but my incubus id salivated at the notion that it would not be so for long.

Getting up, I strode naked across the plush carpet, and down from the dais the bed sat on to the French doors across the room. Stepping out onto the balcony, I relished the invigorating October morning air as I took in the sight before me. From thirty feet up, I had a fantastic view of the grounds to the rear of the house. In my old home, I would have referred to it as the 'backyard', but the word sounded too small to capture the vastness of what lay below.

Complimented by the in-ground spa and stone water features, the sprawling black bottom swimming pool was the star. Its dark waters appeared as the depths of a bottomless quarry. Large concrete planters containing exotic greenery surrounded the pool deck among the sturdy-looking patio furniture.

The lawns surrounding the pool area were immaculately tended, with fruit trees and topiary lending character to their gentle hills, which rolled off into the distance until they met a line of mature trees. From this vantage, there wasn't another house in sight, so I reveled in my bold display of outdoor nudity. Extending my senses, I picked up no signatures beyond that of my lover within several hundred yards.

I closed my eyes to appreciate the complete absence of traffic noise that plagued the suburbia I had left behind. The susurration of the fountains was the only sound that disturbed the chirping of the birds.

Despite a troubling revelation with Ella Friday night, I felt alive and better than I had in a long time. I was the master of a grand household in which I'd (hopefully) soon live night and day surrounded by my beautiful mates, and my relationship with Ella was on the right track. Even if we had gotten a bit of a rocky start, I knew now that she loved me, and that was enough.

What was eating at me was how to handle the elevation of Ella - or any of my bonds, for that matter - to the role of queen. It had seemed sensible at the time Elias had explained it to me, but now I was uncertain. It felt wrong to declare so overtly that I favored one over all the others. Though true in Ella's case, I knew that was largely because of our history. In time they would all hold very dear places in my heart, and it troubled me to make any of them feel like lesser partners. I'd gone so far as to share this in a private conversation with my erstwhile benefactor, Elias Romack, the day before.

He had been at his home in the hills, an imposing estate that dwarfed even my own new house. Preferring to meet face-to-face, he'd offered to have me come share a drink by way of invitation. We lounged in a patio setting filled with lush foliage that looked like it belonged in an English garden, smelling of honeysuckle and jasmine. A parade of gorgeous women bustled or idled about the property, many of them pregnant. My incubus slobbered at the beautiful females that offered us fine cigars and beverages, but I was outwardly polite, of course.

Elias chuckled at my largely unsuccessful attempts to conceal my interest. "Managing a harem isn't all sunshine and roses," he'd told me, sharing a warm smile with a passing beauty with a middle eastern complexion, "and though nothing is preventing you from doing it all yourself, a queen can ease the burden you carry."

"But how?"

"Your queen will form bonds with your women that compliment your own, providing you with a trusted ally to assist in managing their emotional needs. Believe me when I say that this is a daunting task, especially when dealing with a large number of wives. There is only one you, and he cannot share all of his time with all of them.

"I would like to have introduced you to my Annabelle, who holds that honor among my own ladies, but she is in Monaco on business."

I nodded. Elias congratulated me on my progress with my Fae, and we chatted amiably for another hour or two until dusk settled in. I took my leave, thanking him for the wisdom and good company, though still conflicted on my own path forward.

Returning to the present, I felt a twinge of hunger. That kind of hunger...

Making my way toward the stairway on the east side of the home, I marveled yet again at the grandiosity of the place. A fall from one of the precipitous balconies that overlooked the lower level would have me breaking my neck for sure.

I carelessly pivoted in the entrance to yet another space while inspecting it, wincing when my rigid cock whacked the doorframe and reminded me of my original mission. The tour could wait, I needed to find Ia...

My mind firmly on feeding my ravenous incubus, each room I passed now beckoned me to christen it with acts of carnality. The sight of my own cock bouncing with my stride ramped my desire for satisfaction. My balls hung full and heavy, itching for release.

The palatial kitchen spread before me as I exited the foyer, and I spied my prize. Ia stood with her back to me next to a kitchen island thrice the size of a regulation pool table. Her sweat-soaked sports bra, yoga pants, and purple Nikes evidence of her morning's activity.

I hung back at the periphery of the room, admiring how the skin-tight outfit showcased those toned butt cheeks and oh-so-fine breeding hips. Leered at the swell of her round breasts winking at me from the side of her slender chest.

She hadn't noticed my arrival, so I let the moment linger as I watched her read the news on her cellphone between long pulls on a lavender water bottle. Her raven hair was pulled back in a ponytail, exposing the graceful line of her neck. Tanned, flawless skin glistened with sweat, each drop calling to me to come and make her even wetter. The notion that I possessed her so thoroughly - that I could reach out and take her in any way I desired on nothing more than a whim - was undeniably erotic.

Silently, I padded toward her on bare feet, stroking my cock with anticipation while I sent a tendril of power into her avatar to stoke her desire. When I reached her, I pushed my lower head downward and bent knees to slip it between her legs, embracing her and giving her marshmallow mounds a covetous squeeze. The luscious globes of her butt teased my pelvis from within their Lycra confines. I brought my hands to her shoulders and bent my neck to lay fat, sloppy kisses on her shoulder.

"Mmmmmm," Ia moaned, letting her head roll back in pleasure. "What a nice surprise."

Reaching down between her legs, she caressed the few inches of me that emerged while squeezing her legs together to entrap me. The soft cheeks of her ass firmed with the clench of her muscles, pressing into my lower stomach as I involuntarily drove my cock into the silk-lined gap to feel that delicious friction.

"I was wondering how long you planned to keep me waiting, my love." Her eyes opened to regard me with adoration.

The feeling of her hand on my cock was divine, but right now I didn't feel like receiving pleasure, I wanted to take it. To fuck this sex pot in an animalistic rut.

Ia perceived my rising frenzy, pulling away to turn around. The feral glint in her eye begged me to ravage her. Reaching down, she cupped my swollen orbs, relieving some of the weight as she massaged them gently. Each slightly larger than the cup of one dainty hand, she needed both to get the job done right.

"Can I help you...lighten your load, Master?"

Her teasing eyes were all I could take. It had to be now. Right here.

I reached behind her to the edge of the counter and used my forearm to sweep it clear of its contents, sending pots, pans, and a drying rack crashing to the ceramic floor. The noise was deafening.

Lifting Ia by the hips, I slammed her down on the kitchen island while spearing her with a predatory gaze, receiving a sharp gasp in return. My prey edged away from me on her back as I pursued up onto the counter, horsecock and gravid testicles swaying beneath me as I stalked on hands and knees. Emerald eyes tracked its pendulous movement with longing...and maybe a shade of fear. Her soft lips were parted in desire, drawing my eyes from the tantalizing sight of cleavage bisecting her heaving bosom.

Finally catching her, I grabbed her by the hips once more, yanking her back to me. She lay back on the cold granite, imploring me to claim my property. Breed her. Knelt between the V of her bent legs, I reached to pull first one, then another sports bra over her head, finding the fact that just one was not enough to support my Ia's womanly parts unbelievably sexy. A torrent of hair spilled onto the island like an inkblot beneath her as I freed those juicy tits.

Ia used her upper arms to push her luscious puddles of flesh together, offering them up to me and giving them a little shake to set them in motion.

"Suck me, master, please? I need to feel your lips on my breasts."

Exercise and lust had delivered her circulatory system a one-two punch, turning her nipples into flushed little diamonds and painting her upper chest with a rosy shade. I dove in, attacking her cleavage before squeezing those exquisite pillows together, feeling their sublime softness hug the contours of my face. Like a shark caught in a trap, I thrashed within them, bathing her silky skin with licks and kisses from her breastbone to the slopes of her mounds like an animal.

The salty taste of her sweat overwhelmed my senses, searing my brain with Ia's distinct flavor. I drew back to grab one ample breast in both hands, the yielding pile of fat and mammary tissue quivering within my grasp. My tongue swirled rings at the periphery of her rigid nub before I attacked it, nipping and licking it by turns. The length of my tongue slithered across its broad, crinkled surface with slow, even pressure to draw out her pleasure as if with a syringe.

"Hrrnnnnnngggh," she mewled, "So good!" Her blissful cries were sweet music.

But her breasts were just the prelude. My hands roamed over her body in a fury, attempting to satisfy my mad desire to touch and hold her everywhere at once. Hands weren't enough - I enlisted the aid of my forearms and thighs to possess her. Skin-tight black yoga pants clung to her lower half like a lover, and I couldn't be bothered with removing them, so I reached down to her crotch and yanked at the seam, tearing it open.

Verdant eyes ignited and she gasped at my uncivilized behavior, her thong tearing along with the Lycra. Her needy pussy was laid bare before my penetrating scrutiny. A waft of musk entered the air, driving me wild.

My Greek beauty may have been cooling off moments ago, but Ia was hotter than ever now. She pulled her knees to her chest, offering herself to me with hungry eyes.

"Please fuck me, Master. Please. My burning little cunt wants you to fill her up with all your gooey cum. I've been good for you, Master, really good. I promise.

"See how hard I've been working to keep this body pleasing to you? Look!" At this, she wiped the sweat from her neck with her fingers, offering it to me while her eyes pleaded for action.

I smeared a dollop of pre-cum on my hand and attacked her juicy pink folds with mouth and fingers. Skipping the teasing foreplay, I went straight for her steaming hole, pillaging her soft, wet flesh. Ferociously licking, kissing, and lapping at that savory roast beef. Using my whole face to bring her pleasure. The pre worked quickly, ramping her lust faster than my mouth on her breasts and the sight of my cock had already done.

A needy hand threaded into my hair, urgently pulling my lashing head toward her crotch while her other mauled a sloshing tit, pinching its nipple. Pleasure crashed over her almost immediately.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh Goooooddddd! Nnnnnnnn! Right therrrrrreee." Her muscles tremored as her wails echoed from the hard surfaces of the kitchen.

A rush of warm fluid jetted into my face as Vitae poured into my soul. Her sweet and tangy juices dribbled down my chin onto the counter. I scooped some with a hand and slurped it down greedily. The heady bouquet from her fluids had the beast inside me madly rattling the bars of his cage.

My lovely flower tried to sit up to grab for my cock, but I wouldn't allow it. My left forearm bore down implacably on her breastbone, pinning her to the counter when I put my weight on it.

I growled. "No, slave. I will give this to you. You'll take it how I want. Now lie there and be a good bitch for your Alpha."

Setting my throbbing dick to her ripe pussy, I let my beast free. He thrust into her, pressing on her bodily in a primal need to ensure that escape was impossible for the choice female I'd chosen to breed. My strokes were fevered and shallow, yet powerful, driving my cock in all the way to the root. I felt like a spring coiled too tightly; energy bottled up and ready to explode into sound and motion.

Ia's cries told me I was probably hurting her with the intensity of my pounding; her tailbone set to the unyielding stone of the counter. The sting of regret was on me momentarily, but it was ephemeral. More than that, my incubus told me this was the way, right now. The only way; hurtful or not.

There was little doubt that my other bonds would have begged me to ease up. But not Ia. My slave would always take anything I had to give. She'd likely have bruises, but I couldn't relent. I was helpless to fight the undeniable drive to hold her down and fuck her into next week.

I felt her come to understand my mind from the tension my body betrayed. To grasp how utterly I needed to restrain and confine her through this act. Her plush form yielded in every way, surrendering total control to me. Her movements were unnecessary. Undesirable. They would only prevent me from achieving my subconscious goal: complete and perfect insemination.

With my right hand, I grabbed a pillowy tit and squeezed hard, provoking another cry from my lover while I braced her flank with my forearm. Viciously shaking the jiggly sack of flesh, I attacked her nipple, biting down and drawing more howls. Pain or pleasure, they were all the same to me now.

Ia's pleasure escalated right along with her pain, driving her into another intense orgasm. Her heavenly cunt bit down on my cock, trying hopelessly to keep it where it belonged: kissing her cervix. The clamp of her burning tunnel on my slick cock provided such a pleasurable stimulus as to rocket me past the point of no return into the open skies of ecstasy.

Pleasure mounted in my loins, spreading throughout my body and into my brain as I arched my pelvis even further. My immense cock, buried into her with everything I had. The first of many surges of sperm traveled the length of my urethra as my now monstrous PC muscle did the only job it knew how to do. Ia rewarded each powerful jet with a little "uh," "oh," "ah."

The beast argued staunchly for me to activate my sperm and breed our willing woman, and though I knew she wanted it badly, it wasn't time. I held her tightly as she trembled through the deluge of cum which eventually overcame the capacity of her tight canal, pouring forth onto the counter.

I shifted my left arm off of her chest, supporting myself on the counter instead. Leaning into her neck, I saw the rapid pulse of her jugular vein throb with her pounding heart, and slowly licked her from collarbone to earlobe, savoring the flavor of her sweat once more.

"Mine," I growled quietly into her ear, nipping the soft flesh of her earlobe and earning a coo of pleasure from my mate. Sensing that she was allowed to move freely now, she wrapped me up in her arms and legs, holding me within her as we lay there.

"Yours," she confirmed.

The desperate itch had gone now, and I felt normal again. Pulling out of my mate, I reached for a roll of paper towels and handed her a wad. We stood up and embraced, both still riding the endorphin high of intense sex. Looking down into Ia's eyes, I lifted her chin with a finger and kissed her gently on the lips. She knew the act for what it was; the apology was unnecessary.

My cock was still at half-mast and I easily could have gone a few more rounds, but the color of the light spilling through the windows told me I should get my butt in gear. I wanted to unpack and get the lay of the land, so to speak.

"Any plans for today, my Love?" Ia asked, wiping between her legs and regarding her ripped leggings with mild disappointment.

"Well, first I need a shower." I mused.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she gave me a sly grin, "Because I'm feeling terribly dirty, and could really use a hand with all of my...hard to reach places."

Then she jumped at me, provoking me to catch her.

"If Master wouldn't mind helping his sweaty little pet get nice and clean, that is..." She tilted her head to peer up at me from behind thick eyelashes.

"Scamp," I chuckled, giving her cheeks a squeeze, "ready for round two already, eh?"
The feel of her ass in my hands was unbelievable, bringing my cock right back to full staff. So much for getting on with the day! Ia clung to me as she peppered my neck and chest with kisses.

"Always, Master, always.

"Oooooo, I can't believe you're actually living here now!" she said, bouncing her bent legs against my flanks like the wings of a butterfly, "I'm so happy I could scream!"

Then she squeed. So help me God, one of the youngest senior execs at Forge Whiteman - a Fortune 500 company - actually squeed.

I let out a full belly laugh, heading off to the master bath with her in my arms. God, did I love how many sides there were to my Greek treasure. I bounded up the stairs, groping her all the while. The rain of kisses continued on my chest, punctuated with sweet little licks.

"Mmm, Master, you taste sooo good." She lightly bit one of my nipples, sending a shock of pleasure through me.

Arriving at the bedroom, I set her down and she hared off, pulling off one shoe then the other in between each stride, hopping to keep her balance on the move. The socks were next until she finally arrived at the entrance to the bath. In the doorframe, she paused to give me an alluring show, slowly peeling her black leggings and purple thong off, leaving behind acres of sweaty bronzed skin and one weepy little vermillion slit.

"You little tease!" I chided, running to capture her once more.

Seconds later I was by her side, bending over to munch on the little cleft where the curve of her buttocks dove into the back of her thighs. Pressing my face into that springy cheek, I nuzzled her while stroking her luscious calves. God damn did she have some sexy legs. I reached for a towel and rolled it up to snap at her, driving her onward to the massive shower.

"Get in there, you dirty girl!"

She ran across the room giggling. Lust boiled in me as I watched her skip to the room-sized shower, tits bouncing and ass jiggling wildly. Again she paused at the entrance, summoning me with a sinuous finger.

I joined her.

For the next half-hour, we played; our slick, soapy bodies the playground. Hot jets of water issued from all sides of the shower to course over our skin while we delighted in one another's bodies. I became intimately familiar with every bend, every arch, bump, or valley on Ia's sinful body. And she did the same. I showed her my care with every caress.

The whole while my mind was short-circuiting at the thought of all the depravity ahead of me. How easy would it be to get trapped in a cycle of endless sexual encounters; seamlessly chaining one into another, into another until I ultimately collapsed from exhaustion, only to start the whole thing over again the next day. I'd seen it begin to play out even this morning, and I'd been awake less than a couple of hours yet!

Eventually, our appetites for flesh were sated and we declared each other clean, concluding our ritual by drying one another with terrycloth towels. We took our time, spending many moments to indulge fingers and lips that were magnets for one another's flesh. I laid sweet kisses on the silky skin of her tummy and breasts while I patted her bottom with the thick towel. She gave my half-hard cock a feather-light caress while trailing little pecks from my pubic bone up my rigid abs to my chest, eventually finishing in the hollow of my clavicle.

Finally, we parted.

"So," she darted a glance at me, "you never told me how things went with your girl on Friday."

Oh yeah...

"Uh, there were some unexpected developments."

"Oh? Good, or bad?"

My eyebrows scrunched. "It's not really clear, but mostly good, I'd say.

"The biggest surprise, though, had to be that she's a Fae, like me."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. Some kind of Dryad, apparently." My voice rose in volume to follow her as she walked into the closet.

"This is unbelievable." I heard her say over the sliding of the ball-bearing'ed built-in drawers.

I stood in front of the mirror inspecting myself. My changes seemed to have leveled off. Six-foot even and just under 190 pounds of solid muscle; I wasn't huge, but I'd guess my body fat was under five percent by how much definition I had.

My thoroughly clean and well-tended dick hung heavily at my crotch, having topped out around ten inches while erect. Even flaccid, it looked extremely masculine.

Ia returned to the bathroom with a small pile of clothes, grabbing a bottle of lotion and slathering it all over her supple skin as she looked at me through the floor-length triple mirror. Spying the heavy fall of her breasts when she lifted and dropped them threw my train of thought right out the window. Again. I needed to tell this woman to put on a damn sweatshirt or something!

"I would have never guessed demons and nymphs were real a couple of weeks ago."

"Fae, not demon," I muttered, hanging my towel back on the rack. "Wait. What do you mean nymph?"

She chortled, "You know what a Dryad is, right?" Ia peered over at me with a twinkle in her eye while unclasping a container of foundation. "If you ever decide you do want to take her, you might have your hands full with that one."

I smacked her bubbly bottom with an open hand, sniggering. "Like I don't with you already?"

She stuck out her butt and gave it a shake, looking over her shoulder to stick out her tongue.

"You know you like it, Master."

"Hmm," I said noncommittally.

I left the bathroom to retrieve something to wear from the boxes I'd been too tired to unpack last night.

I called to her from the bedroom, "So, what's on the docket today?"

"Spending some quality time with this new guy I met," she chirped, "I can't get him out of my mind!"

Pulling on a t-shirt and jeans, I re-entered the bathroom to catch another glimpse of her body before she dressed.

"This guy have a name?"

"Adam," she replied, "but I prefer Master."

"Master?" I said, feigning incredulity, "What on earth'd he do to deserve that?"

She swooned, sighing deeply. "Only took a wreck of a woman who was heading straight for a nervous breakdown, and made her the happiest woman in the world with the snap of his fingers. That's all." She said melodramatically.

"Huh," I mused, "Sounds like a keeper."

"Oh yeah." Her words were filled with gravity. I looked up to catch her give me a smoky glance in the mirror. "I'm not letting this one get away." Her words were resolute.

"All joking aside though, Adam, I have a surprise for you, but I can't give it to you today. Can you make some time for me next week so I can give it to you?"

"Of course! What is it?"

"A surprise...remember?"

"Can I at least have a hint?"

"Hmm, I don't think so. A hint is usually either no help at all or a dead giveaway. It's just a gift."

"A gift? For what? Did I forget about my birthday or something?"

"No, just a little something for housewarming."

"Well, I hope you didn't go overboard. But bringing up the subject of gifts, I know your birthday is coming up in a couple months. What kinds of things do you like? Money is a bit tight right now without a job, and in any event, I'm not sure what I could give you that you don't already have," I looked around pointedly, "but I still want to do what I can."

She looked baffled. "What do you mean 'money's tight'? You have plenty of money. Didn't I tell you what's mine is yours? I've already had my admin add you to my bank accounts and lines of credit."

Holy shit. "Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Ianthe." I struggled to comprehend what she just told me. "That's...too much. I can't accept that."

She walked over to me and slapped me on the shoulder, looking furious.

"Don't you dare." Her eyes skewered me.

"What!?" I recoiled, confused as all hell at the abrupt turn of events.

"Don't you dare insinuate that our bond is anything less than complete and total, Adam Connor." She stabbed my chest with a finger while her eyes simmered. "You had better not be telling me that you are anything less than 1000% committed to us."

Oh, shit, I didn't think she'd take it that way.

"Remember what you told me? 'You've given yourself to me without reservation, and that I've accepted your bond and devoted myself to caring for you' 'Without reservation.' That means I hold nothing back, and that you'll always care for me."

I withered under the intensity of her glare. Good Lord, this woman had perfect recall. Not that I wasn't committed to what I had said, but I hadn't imagined she'd ever feed my words back to me like some kind of court stenographer.

She continued, "And when I say entirely, I don't mean 'entirely on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.' Or 'entirely when I'm feeling horny, or need to be told what to do'. I mean entirely. This is entirely."

I needed to set her at ease. Using a thread of the Vitae I'd recently harvested from her, I made her golden collar appear.

"Calm yourself, beautiful girl," I soothed, touching the band around her neck, sensing her settle at its presence, "of course I'm still committed, and I'll gladly accept everything you want to give, including your wealth."

She nodded in relief, turning to continue with her makeup application.

"Good." Her voice was emphatic. "Your bank and charge cards should arrive via mail in a couple of days."

The words almost didn't even register. The way she had said it - as it if were nothing for her to share the entirety of her earnings - and they were obviously considerable - with me. I struggled with the notion, but she seemed to firmly believe that it was merely a part of the cost of our bond. A part she was happy to pay, apparently. Admittedly, it made sense from a pragmatic perspective too: there couldn't be anything between us that truly gave her leverage over me. My dominion needed to be total. Though she likely wouldn't have used it anyway, she probably didn't want even the slightest temptation that would set her above me.

"Not to ruin a moment here, but you still remember that Christine is arriving tonight, right?" I don't know why I asked - I doubted she'd ever forgotten anything in her life.

Her expression cooled. "Of course, Master. Have you decided on sleeping arrangements?"

"I've given it some thought, and I'm leaning toward alternating between the two of you day-to-day. Christine is a sweetheart, and I know you and she will get along perfectly, but I didn't want to push things along too quickly."

"Yes, Master. But, if you'll humor your pet's opinion on the matter, I'd rather share my bed with another woman than be forced to sleep apart from you. I suspect she'll feel the same."

I nodded, unsurprised, based on the apprehension I had read from her life pattern when the topic was brought up. "I feel the same, Pet, I feel the same," I gave her arm reassuring pat, "Let's just see how things go.

"What I do want is for everyone to have their own bedroom, even if that's not how the sleeping arrangements ultimately work out. I don't think four women sharing one closet and one bathroom is going to work out very well."

"I bow to your wisdom." She said with a sarcastic smirk, then her face sobered.

"Juuuust...one other thing."

"And what's that?"

She still seemed hesitant.

"Ia, please," I put a hand to her arm, "I want to know."

"You know I'll do anything for you if you ask it of me, but..."

"...but you don't want to be intimate with other women."

Whatever tension was still within her released, and she nodded.

"Nothing to worry about, my Sweet. I'll never force that on you. You have my word. There might be some occasional, uh...contact, but I wouldn't ask you to do that without me in the picture if that helps. That is...unless you want me to." I said, bouncing my eyebrows.

I'd never personally understood why so many harem fantasies take normal heterosexual women and instantly turn them into raging bisexuals desperate to eat box the second they discover they like the same man. 'Wait, you like him too?' Suddenly I wondered what it would feel like to have Alice's feminine lips on my nipples...' Poof! I mean, sure, that's a pretty hot thought, but I wanna be a part of the action, damnit!

"But about tonight - I plan to head into the office to catch up on a bit of work this evening. Figured I'd give the two of you a chance to settle in together."

I reached out and pulled her into a hug. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

She brightened, "Just trying to be a good girl for you, Master."

"And you are. A very good girl. One that deserves a treat," her eyes flashed, "but I had hoped you might be able to meet her though. Do you think you'll have time for a quick chat before you go?"

"Of course. Anything for you, my love." She drew my hand to her lips and gave it a light kiss before turning back to the mirror.

Over the next few hours, I unpacked my clothes and set up my computer in an office that Ia had prepped for me. There was an assignment due in Calc class on Tuesday, and I wanted to knock it out before Christine arrived.

Ia spent time getting some sun on the balcony. I thought she might have been cold sitting outside in mid-October, but when I brought her a glass of unsweet green tea (her favorite) around lunchtime, I noticed that the walls of the western wing of the house largely sheltered the balcony from the prevailing winds. The golden rays of the sun in the early afternoon made it perfectly pleasant even late in the season.

As I opened the door to the balcony, I caught her working, and for the second time that day, I was paralyzed by her beauty.

A fashionably wide straw hat accented with a long black ribbon matched a flowing white linen swim cover-up and wedge sandals. She was breathtaking. Her cover-up was open in the middle, revealing her delectable bronze skin set off by a sexy salmon-colored bikini. A pair of large sunglasses sat on the delicate bridge of her nose. Her perfectly trimmed mint-green nails tapped a rapid beat on the chiclet keys of her MacBook.

I stood there, marveling at my beautiful, sophisticated, intelligent lover.

She looked up and gave me a sunny smile. "Is that for me?" Ia asked sweetly, taking off her glasses to regard me with emerald eyes.

I nodded, still muted by her profound beauty.

"Well, aren't you sweet?" she tittered as I handed her the cold beverage. "Lots of ice, just how I like it."

"You've been up here awhile," I said, "thought you could use a cold drink."

Ia set a slender foot to the chair next to her, pushing it out in invitation.

"I checked in on you an hour or so ago but didn't want to disturb you. You looked pretty focused on your schoolwork." She peered at me over the rim of her glass as she sipped from it.

Just before I sat, I had a sudden impulse to kiss her. Tilting the brim of her hat back while I set her drink down, I leaned in, catching her signature notes of freesia and roses, and set my lips to hers. She parted them in welcome, and when we met, delivered a jolt of desire straight to my core. Delightfully cold and moist, soft as ripe raspberries and tasting faintly of green tea, her plush lips felt incredible. My heart pounded while our tongues danced.

A minute later, she released me.

"How did you know?" she asked, wide-eyed and breathless.

"Know what?" I sat down on the large lounger next to hers.

"What I was thinking. Just now, when you kissed me."

"Hmm. I'm not sure. I didn't...I don't think." I tapped my chin in thought. "I just felt like kissing you." I shrugged.

Ia sat up in her seat, suddenly excited.

"That explains it! Don't you see? It's our bond!"

Normally I'm pretty quick with these kinds of things, but I sat there, still puzzling.

Seeing that I wasn't putting it together, she continued, "You came out on the balcony and handed me the tea. It made me think about what your lips tasted like right then, and how much I wanted you to lean over here and help me find out."

"Woah."

"Yeah." She thought for a moment, then cocked her head. "Wait a second. Has this happened before?"

It finally dawned on me. I snapped my fingers.

"Oh my God, you're right! Like earlier, when we had sex in the kitchen. I felt this need to possess you. Totally possess you. Like an animal." She smirked. "That is, I always feel like an animal around you, but this was different. It was really intense. I remember waking up feeling really horny, as usual, but it wasn't until I came down to the kitchen that this...tension came over me. After we finished, it just sort of disappeared."

"Exactly," she said triumphantly, her excitement rising, "this proves my theory about the emotional mirroring.

"I recall coming back from my run this morning and thinking about what was going on today. I thought about Christine moving in tonight, and felt apprehensive. I was anxious about losing your attention..."

I picked up the thread, "So you felt the need to be reassured that I still wanted you. Wow, this is crazy."

"Precisely! See? It's just as I said: as we feel your desires and act on them, you must feel ours as well. It's like a kind of acute empathy."

The thought lingered in the air as a light breeze blew some of her midnight hair into her eyes. She corralled it with a finger. Ia's warm eyes lingered on mine, and I had another instinct.

I reached back and moved the support in the adjustment bracket on her lounger, laying it flat. Gently, I pressed her into a supine position as my cock prepared to enact the thoughts swirling in my head. The boys down in my sperm tanks begged me to put 'em in the game. I licked my lips.

For the second time that day, I willed myself to not draw of her Vitae. After so much sex, I knew she must be rather drained. Despite it, I was still hungry. I'd just have to press Sandy to move in too.

"Ooo, Adam..."

Tearing off her hat, I pulled open her cover-up and set my knee in between her legs, laying on top of her and setting my lips to hers. My hands roamed across her glowing skin, diving under the strings of her bikini to reach all of her secret spots.

Her body responded to me, blossoming. Right then I realized that I wasn't sure whether this was my desire, or hers, or both. The one thing I did know was that it didn't matter.

*********

The rest of the afternoon was a heavenly mix of passionate sex and bonding. Though it hadn't been very long since we'd met, the infatuation I felt for Ia seemed too strong not to be the first stirrings of love. I don't know that I could have said I had loved any woman other than Ella before, and much of that was likely rooted in a deep friendship as well; equal parts Philia and Eros. What I felt for Ia was certainly powerful though, and more than that, it was growing.

It was nearly dinnertime, and Ia was getting dressed to go into the office. I sat reading on a plush day lounger in the sunroom behind the kitchen that exited to the rear patio. The late afternoon sun had nearly set over the trees in the distance, bathing the grandeur of the backyard in orange light. The magnificence of the view threatened my ability to stay focused on my novel. Soon enough, I sensed a presence coming down the long tree-lined driveway.

She's here!

Several moments later, the bell rang.

Jumping up to run to the kitchen, I confirmed on the control monitor that perky little Christine stood at the door, juggling a few of her effects while taking in her surroundings.

Running to the door in my socks, I nearly slid on the polished marble with black diamond inlay flooring. I opened it to find a very overwhelmed brunette staring back at me.
"Christine! Come in, come in!"

Her eyes drifted to the incredible foyer behind me and widened.

"Adam, this is bonkers! I've never seen anything like this."

Grinning, I took a box from her and tucked it under an arm.

"You don't know the half of it."

I pulled her into the foyer, setting the box down to open arms dramatically. "Tah dah! Whaddya think? Nice, right?"

Her jaw dropped as she took in the sweeping circular staircase, thirty-foot vaulted ceiling and grand chandelier. Walking around slowly in awe, she completely ignored me to check out the authentic artwork and domed alcoves with sculptures on pedestals. Her fingertips trailed across the fine upholstery of the furniture in appreciation.

Christine's ass looked scrumptious in her painted-on jeggings, enticing me to come squeeze it as she circulated the room. That would have to wait though.

"Did you use the garage door opener I gave you?" I inquired. Ia had provided me a set so that we'd all have our own dedicated garage space. Between Ia's two cars and the rest, eight bays were plenty with room to spare.

"Yeah. I felt a little weird pulling my clunker into this fancy garage, but I'm not complaining."

"Alright, after we get a moment to chat I'll grab your stuff."

She stopped her circuit of the room to stand before me, seeming to finally realize I was really here. She gave me a radiant smile. "Well aren't you a gentleman."

"Come here, you!" I opened arms again and she rushed into my embrace. Memories of good times at her old apartment flooded me when I caught the clean herb-infused citrus scent of her hair. Looking down at her, I spoke softly, "Missed you, Baby."

Her eyes watered a moment, and she stood on tiptoes to reach for a kiss. I indulged her but kept it brief. No tongue.

It was a good thing I did, too, because I caught Ia coming down the stairs just as I pulled my lips from hers. Not that it wasn't likely that she'd see plenty of that in the future, but it wasn't quite how I wanted them to meet.

"And you must be Christine." Ia looked stunning in a fitted dark green skirt suit with black pumps that clacked loudly on the floor as she strutted toward us.

Christine scrambled to disengage from me, fixing her slightly mussed hair quickly.

"Yes, Ma'am. I mean, should I call you Ms. Galatas?" She spoke in a rush. The poor thing was so adorable. I pushed calm into her with my power and her trembling calmed somewhat.

"No, no, dear, Ianthe is fine," My Mediterranean darling said, extending a delicate hand, "after all, I know we'll be becoming close friends."

Friendly words, but Ia's tone was somewhat chilly, and I could tell it was making Christine nervous. Though it was probably a well-used defense mechanism meant to engender respect more than friendliness.

I briefly considered a reminder to keep my Pet in line, but I wanted this to play out naturally. I'd only step in if things really got nasty.

"Right. Ianthe then," Christine lowered her head, clasping hands briefly with Ia, "It's nice to finally meet you. Adam's told me all about you." She gently elbowed me in the ribs, shooting me a look of mock reproach, "Though he didn't say I was supposed to dress up. You look absolutely stunning."

Ia looked to me, eyes crinkling. Ahh, vanity. The well-trodden path to a woman's heart. "Well, I'm glad to hear I rate as a topic of conversation! No need to be embarrassed, my dear, you look perfectly lovely. That top flatters your eyes."

Christine blushed, "You're too kind."

"Actually, you'll have to excuse me. I'm dressed like this because I intend to run out. Work calls," she said regretfully, "and anyway, you two could probably use the time to orient to your new home."

"That's...very thoughtful of you, Ianthe," Christine was taken aback, "but I don't want to be a bother."

Ianthe brushed off the notion with the wave of a hand. "Don't be silly. In truth, I had planned to get a bit more work done today, but," she sighed deeply in mock exasperation, looking into my eyes meaningfully, "I have a demanding master who has kept me rather busy today."

I hadn't been exactly sure how Ianthe was going to handle being submissive to me in front of my other bonds, but I wasn't going to force the issue. That was up to her.

Christine subconsciously glanced at my package at this, blushing at the innuendo before a small smile crept onto her face. "He can be rather hard to keep up with, can't he?"

Inserting myself between them, I draped an arm over each woman's shoulder, conspiratorially saying, "You both know you wouldn't have me any other way." My hands wandered down to their backsides, giving each a possessive little squeeze laced with a thread of pleasure.

Both women flushed and shivered, and I disengaged.

Ia was the first to collect herself. "Come, let's sit and chat for a bit. There will be plenty of time for...a tour later," she pulled at Christine's hand.

The two ladies led the way, and I followed, noting how physically different they were. My Mediterranean lover was at least five or six inches taller than the diminutive brunette and had a much more traditional hourglass shape. Though both were slender, Ia's legs had much more muscle tone, likely since Christine wasn't very physically active. Christine had a much smaller waist and torso, with narrow shoulders and small breasts compared to Ia's larger frame.

Naturally, only the towering Ella could compete with the size and shape of Christine's superlative butt. The way those hams rolled with her stride like a couple of Chinese stress relief balls had me entranced.

In the parlor, four leather chairs sat in a square arrangement, and I chose the one next to Christine to hold her hand. Though no doubt insecure in the present situation, Ia had home-field advantage, and I wanted to set Christine at ease too. The little creature was being figuratively dropped behind enemy lines, and I wanted to help her make it back to safety. I caught Ia quickly glance at our contact.

Was it wrong that I got a little thrill from the jealousy?

As we sat, I admired the front lawns and large fountain in the center of the circular drive bracketed by the garages. Wide, floor-length windows at the front of the parlor afforded the beautiful view of the setting.

"Pet, how about some drinks?" It was great that things were going smoothly so far, but I wanted to reassure my good girl that she could still please me.

Ia rose. "Yes, Master. Christine, can I offer you something? Wine, perhaps? I've got a nice selection in the cellar."

"Uh," she shot me an uncertain glance and I gave her a nod. "I don't really know much about wine, but I'll take a beer if you've got one."

"Right away."

She disappeared into the adjoining kitchen.

Christine turned to me a slapped me on the shoulder. "Well that was rude," she whispered emphatically.

"What?" I said, feigning injury.

"You just sent her on an errand to fetch us drinks. You should be getting them."

I chuckled. "Christine, just trust me when I say I'm not being rude, and I know how she prefers to be spoken to. You're probably going to see a lot of stuff in the days ahead of us that may shock you a bit, but you've got to trust me that I have all of your best interests at heart. You just go on being you, and I'll do my thing. Okay?"

Her narrowed eyes told me she wasn't buying it completely, but she let it go.

Moments later, Jimmy Durante's grainy voice emanated from the embedded speakers throughout the room. Ia loved the old crooners from back in the day; Sinatra, Martin, Bobby Darin, and that ilk.

"So, first impressions?" I asked in a low tone.

"Ianthe?" I nodded. "She's so...adult. I don't know another way to put it, but being around her makes me feel like such a kid. And she's so gorgeous! Intimidatingly gorgeous, really; but very nice though! Not what I expected, really. I can't believe I'm actually going to be living in this place." she said, taking in the opulence of our surroundings, stroking the full-grain leather of her armrest, "it's all so incredible. I feel like I'm in some kind of ritzy hotel for foreign dignitaries or something, you know?"

"I know, it's a lot to take in, but I'm glad you're here. I feel like I haven't seen you in ages."

Her attention narrowed to tune out the distracting surroundings as she focused on my eyes, giving my hand a squeeze. "Me too. I've missed you," she leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips, "and now I get to have my Adam all the time." She sighed. "It's like a dream come true."

I grinned as Ia returned to the room with two beers in pint glasses, setting them both on the elegant coffee that divided the chairs.

"None for you?" Christine asked.

"Driving."

"Ah, right. Now I feel bad." The curly brunette gave Ia a sad little frown.

"Please don't, just enjoy. I would have offered you a selection, but all I have are a few of Adam's favorites. Truth to tell, I never kept much beer in the house until now. I'm afraid I'm not much of a beer connoisseur - though I'm eager to learn!" The last was directed at me.

Licking my upper lip clean of deliciously hoppy foam, I set my glass down. "Well, it's not as though I really have a lot of experience myself, but I know what I like."

Christine's attention had drifted back to the room. "You have an amazing home, Ianthe."

Ia bowed her head in acceptance, sitting back in her seat and crossing her legs. A good amount of trim thigh showed below the hem of her skirt, drawing Christine's eye immediately.

"So, what are you two going to get up to when I'm gone?"

"I wasn't sure what you'd have on hand, so I bought a few groceries for dinner. Figured I'd make us something to eat while the big guy here gets the heavy stuff out of the car for me." She patted my leg affectionately.

Ia's eyes narrowed at the suggestion of Christine putting me on the receiving end of an order, but I gave her a little shake of the head. "Sounds great Babe, got you covered."

For the time it took us to finish our beers, Ia peppered Christine with questions about her home life. I got the sense that this was the standard operating procedure for Ia: analyze and categorize.

"Well, I'd better get going," Ia stood to take her leave, "Christine, it's been so nice meeting you. I'll be back around 11." She jerked her head in the direction of the garage, "Walk me out, Adam?"

I patted Christine's hand, "Relax, I'll be right back."

Following the sexy sway of Ia's hips down the hall, I had a fleeting concern that something had gone wrong and that I was in store for a talk, but her life pattern showed me only contentment.

We got to the door to the garage, well beyond earshot, she turned and grabbed my shirt with both hands, jerking me to into a passionate kiss. Her heels put her just below my height, so she didn't have to work hard to attack my mouth, giving me a soul-searing kiss that left my mind foggy and my cock on the move.

A minute later, she forcefully pushed away, breaking our steamy union.

"That's to remember me by when I'm gone, and you're drilling that cute little thing tonight." She pulled a loose tendril of hair behind her ear and looked at me with furrowed brows, "I do this for you, Master."

My wonderful Ianthe. Titaness of industry and a force to be reckoned with in all other ways, reduced to an insecure little girl at the thought of being replaced in my regard.

"Pet, you have made me so proud of you this day, I want to give you a gift."

I closed my eyes to focus on the complex manipulation of Vitae required to achieve what I intended. Focusing intently, I channeled what life force I could afford into removing a small part of my psyche from my pattern, deftly weaving it within hers. Until it wore off, part of me would be with her to stave off the loneliness I knew she feared.

Momentarily regarding me in wonder, she soon gave up trying to understand, and simply enjoyed. Her eyes closed in bliss and she hugged herself, feeling my embrace in return.

"Thank you, Master. This is a wonderful gift."

"No, thank you, my beautiful girl. You have made your master a very happy man tonight."

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