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Sam, Tiffany, and Stacia were the first ones to make it to the meeting room. The three of them took up a small section of chairs at the side of the table.

“I’m so glad you agreed to parent with us,” Stacia said, reaching out to take Sam’s hand in her own. She gave it a squeeze then patted it gently. “I figured you’d let us catch a pregnancy, but I wasn’t sure on the parenting.”

Tiffany grunted at that, her hands still locked into Sam’s other hand. She’d been holding onto it as if it were a life-line since he agreed to her request.

“It’s not that I don’t want kids, or to be a parent,” said Sam with a chuckle. “Not anymore at least. I just find that I’m going to probably have far too many, too quickly.

“I mean, I’m already going to have two here any week now. Not to mention all the Cambion Elders that run their society. I’ve already impregnated a few, working on the others.”

Growling at that, Tiffany shook her head.

“They shouldn’t have pushed for such a thing. It wasn’t their place,” she said in a low tone.

“Yes it was. They’re my army. My Cambion. They were bred from their masters to be what they are,” Sam explained patiently.

In truth, it was the same argument the Cambion war leader had given him. At the time it had persuaded him so he imagined that the same tactic would work on others.

“In the same way, the elders wish to me to breed them. Putting children upon them until they’re satisfied,” continued Sam. “The children will be marked and noted, of course. Can’t afford inbreeding down the road.

“Not to mention that’s one thing I certainly couldn’t do. The very idea is… repulsive, to me. They’ll be treated just like anyone else and move through the ranks like regular Cambion.”

“Wait, you said Elders. All the elders?” Tiffany asked, her mind changing gears rapidly.

“Mmhmm,” agreed Sam. He already knew where this was going. It’d come to a surprise as him as well when he’d walked into the room to discuss the situation with the ‘Cambion Council’ as he called it.

“Wren’s an Elder,” Stacia added.

“Yes. She is,” Sam agreed once more.

“Well. That’d explain why she started laughing when we told her our plan,” murmured Stacia. Looking past Sam to Tiffany with a grin.

“She’s pregnant?” Tiffany asked in a surprised tone.

“Not yet. But we’re really trying,” Sam said, turning his head toward the door. He could hear people coming.

Stacia chuckled and then let out a soft amused noise.

“Let’s hope you and Wren are pregnant at the same time, hon. That’d be rather nice,” said the Vampire. “Wren could baby sit and even feed the little one so we could go out with Sam, and vice versa.”

Smirking, Sam didn’t respond to that. He found it amusing that Wren ended up getting what she wanted in the end by becoming an Elder.

Because part of the recent agreement he made with the Cambion War-Leader was that he’d insure that he did all he could to get them pregnant.

She had leverage on Sam and wasn’t letting up. He needed an army if he wanted to stand against Jena. That meant he needed the Cambion.

Which led to him unlocking his seed entirely to the Elder council of the War-Leader.

What’d started out as an improbable pregnancy for Wren, now became a question of “when”. A guarantee, provided enough attempts.

The door that let into the hall opened and people began entering.

At the front was Lady Decima Vera Fidenis. Wearing a house dress that flattered and held to her, she looked more like a magazine model than what she was.

A reborn Templar that’d battled for the entirety of her life. She’d lost her life in that crusade and been sent to hell.

Sam had pulled her out of that hell and stuck her into a War Golem body. Giving her the same power and strength as a Were.

Bright green eyes that were calm though determined scanned the room quickly. She was wearing a good bit of makeup today which had turned her natural good looks to a higher level.

Given that she already had a pretty face with black hair pulled back that made her look paler, Decima was extremely attractive today.

Directly behind her came Wren.

Tall, athletic, built for war, she was everything a Cambion should be. Black hair that had grown out was pulled up in a tight bun behind her hair.

She was dressed in casual wear and looked to have been out with Decima, if he had to guess. Her reddish-brown eyes had an eagerness to them as well.

“We have some people joining in by conference,” Decima declared and moved a seat directly across from Sam to the side. “Abigail, Irma, Carissa, and Irene are all out and about.

“We’re just waiting for Hillary, Aster, and Jes to join us. In the meantime, I’ll just dial us in.”

Leaning over the center of the table Decima gave Sam a lovely view down the front of her dress.

She quickly tapped in the dial in number, humming to herself.

Eight-six-seven-five-three-oh-nin.

Sam couldn’t help but hum the tune, or think it, whenever they used the conference line. The first three numbers being the room, the last four the pin.

“Still find that amusing,” Wren said, dropping into a seat on Decima’s left. “Who came up with it again?”

“What, the dial in?” asked Stacia. “Carissa did. I mean… it’s hard to forget it so she was right.”

Decima chuckled and typed in the password at the same time.

“To be sure, it’s hard to forget,” she agreed, grinning. Then she looked up from the phone straight at Sam. Catching him admiring her.

“I have a present for you later,” Sam said, moving his eyes up to her own. “And no, I’m not flirting with you. I do have a present.”

“You can fli-”

“I like you flirting with me,” Decima said, interrupting Wren before she could finish. “You can flirt with me all you like, Sammy. I’ll flirt right back even. And speaking of, like the view?”

Wren chuckled loudly, folding her arms in front of herself. Apparently she thought this was funny.

“I do,” Stacia offered before Sam could respond. “You, Lady Decima Vera Fidenis, make a taken girl’s eyes wander.”

Beside him he could feel Tiffany bristle for a fraction of a second, before she laughed.

“Yeah, I like the view, too,” she agreed.

Decima hadn’t been prepared for their commentary it seemed. Quickly seating herself back down she adjusted her dress, all the while holding Sam’s eyes.

“You’re absolutely lovely today, dearest Deccy. I’m mildly envious of whoever got to see you before me,” said Sam, then held a hand out across the table to. “Though, I do find today to be a great day to give you my present.”

Glancing away from his eyes for a second, Decima laid her hand in his, then pressed the dial button on the conference phone.

“We were shopping for a new ring for you,” Wren said helpfully. “Decima wanted to get you a ring she picked out personally. You two being lawfully wedded, after all.”

As far as Sam knew, he legally had two wives. Irma and Decima. Everyone else in his harem wouldn’t be recognized legally.

Though Sam was fairly certain Irma had set him up with two different aliases. One for her, one for Irma, so he could legally be wed to two people.

Stacia clicked her tongue at that, putting her elbow on the table. Titling her head she gave Sam the side eye.

At the same time he felt Tiffany looking at him from the other side, her hands still locked tight to his own. She apparently still wasn’t over the fact that he’d agreed to impregnate her.

“Sorry?” Sam said in an amused tone. “Marriage isn’t really a thing for Planar Lords. More of a soul-binding contract, kind of guy, personally.”

Stacia quirked a brow at that but didn’t say anything.

As this was all being said, the empty line of the conference phone remained dead. No one but them had joined as of yet.

“Whatever,” Wren said dismissively. “That’s all nothing, anyways. I know how you feel, you know how I feel. That’s all I need, personally.

“Oh, I was wondering what you t-”

Wren paused mid sentence as the door opened again.

Hillary, Aster, and Jes, all came into the room in that order. Jes taking a moment to close the door behind herself.

The planar lady known as Jezebel Sameerixis Fidenis Mary-Ann Lee Prima was a rare lady.

Born in the nearly seventy years ago as an Imp she was remade into a Succubus by Jenaphila.

As a Succubus she had a mythic level of control over the desires of others, able to feed directly from Sam, and curbed he body’s wish to feed from anyone but him.

Outwardly she was a prude regarding anything that didn’t concern Sam and his needs, and had a moral view of things that didn’t really match the world today.

She was also the single most beautiful woman he’d ever met. From her looks, to her features, to her incredibly over-built figure.

Jes had no equal.

Her dark brown hair pulled was back behind her head in a pony tail that dangled down to her rear end. Her dark blue eyes—which were almost purple—seemed to be pleading with him at all times.

He of course now understood what she was pleading for.

To be bedded and fed.

Constantly.

Hillary walked over to the table’s head and paused for a second. Reaching up she lightly brushed a hand through her bright-white hair. Hair so white that everything else looked dull in comparison.

Her pale golden eyes moved to Sam, took in the hand held by Tiffany, the other by Decima, and then grinned.

It gave her high cheek bones and small mouth a more human look when she did so.

Standing next to Aster, Hillary was a bit heftier than Aster in the chest, though more narrow in the waist.

Stepping up onto the conference table with one foot, Hillary morphed into a domestic short-hair cat. Moving quickly she walked across the table and flopped down right in front of Sam. Resting against his forearm, her tail flicking up to tap at his face.

“That’s no fair,” complained Aster. “I said I was going to be the pussy at the table. I was going to ride him as we took the call.”

Standing at the head of the table where Hillary had been but a moment ago was the Torment of Lightning.

Once again she was wearing a tight shirt with an exposed midriff and a pair of jean shorts that were just barely long enough to cover her rear end. As of late she liked to wander around the apartments with as little in the way of clothes as she could.

Her white hair was short, styled, and fit her face well. Her shimmering pupil-less eyes which danced with a whirling electric blue static were far quite still as she gazed on at Sam.

Her figure was athletic, but the shape and bust she was sporting fit her frame perfectly. Her muscles were toned, and her skin slightly tanned and blemish free.

Hillary meowed in response and squirmed around on the table, rubbing her back against Sam’s arm.

Pouting, Aster kept looking at Sam. Then she decided to make an issue out of the situation by being who she was.

A nymphomaniac who had turned all of her attention toward Sam, Jes, and Decima.

The latter of the three was a surprise to everyone, but apparently they’d made an arrangement. Decima bartered three-ways with herself and Sam for knowledge and experience from Aster.

Dropping down out of sight, Aster clearly crawled underneath the table.

“I’ll show you, Hill,” grumbled Aster as she apparently made her way over to where Sam was sitting. “Think you can be all cutesy and meow meow. Well, we’ll see how that works.”

A second later and Sam felt Aster sitting in front of him on the ground. Her hands on his knees.

He sat there, not really quite sure what to do. Feeling the gaze of everyone in the room.

Before he could say anything, he caught Jes shake her head once as she sat down on the other side of Decima. Warning him off from saying anything at all.

Or that’s how he interpreted it.

The sound of his fly being unzipped was incredibly loud in the quiet of the conference room. Followed by the soft clack and clink of his belt and buckled being undone.

“That’s right, listen to me do it,” Aster said loudly from under the table. “You’ll see. You’ll see!”

Before anyone could respond, there was a beep on the conference phone. The sudden noise of another room with several individuals in it was audible.

“Hello? Did we get in?” Irma asked. “Sounds like it but I can’t tell. There’s like a humming noise.”

“Ah, yes, you’re in,” Stacia said in an odd tone.

Now that she’d mentioned it, Sam could hear a humming noise as well. It reminded him of static in a way and it was building in volume.

Then Aster scooped his manhood out through the front of his pants. The second she got her hands on him the noise he’d heard vanished.

Though he did feel what could only be described as a great deal of static electricity around him now. Almost like he was standing in a heavy wind during the holidays while wearing wool or fur.

Tiffany let out a light grunt at the same time that Hillary the cat jumped to her feet. Her fur was sticking up in wild directions.

Across from Sam, Decima let go of his hand and retracted back into her seat quite quickly.

“See? It’s mine,” declared Aster from under the table a second before Sam felt her take his manhood into her mouth.

The static shell around him continued to grow till it felt like if he touched anyone it’d be akin to grounding a lightning bolt.

“Ahl mihn,” Aster said with her mouth completely full. She was slowly moving back and forth, working Sam’s length quite wonderfully.

“I’m sorry, what?” asked Abigail aloud. “The noise is gone now but I missed that.”

“Uh, nothing,” Wren supplied helpfully. She seemed rather unperturbed by what was happening. “Anyways, what’s up?”

Closing his eyes, Sam leaned back into his chair and spread his legs a bit. He saw no reason to stop Aster.

She was rather good at giving head, after all.

“Well, the biggest issue right now is we’ve got a massive shift in politics,” said Irma with a sigh. “With so many wars ongoing we’ve had our pick of the litter, so to speak. Except there’s a rapid change going on right now.

“The microscope of public perception just got dialed in on PMCs. Someone got some solid video of a group of mercs doing things they shouldn’t.”

Aster’s mouth tightened up and pulled harder on Sam’s shaft. Her tongue swirled and rolled all along the underside of him. Her lips gliding over his flesh as she worked quietly under the table.

Unable to help himself, Sam reached down with his right hand and slid his fingers into Aser’s hair.

To which she made a little cooing noise at then slid her left hand into his boxers. Deftly she guided his jewels out and then cradled them. Giving them a gentle squeeze.

“We’re pulling our teams out of those theaters. The losses we were taking were incredibly minimal, but we can’t afford being lumped in,” Irene complained. “The soul binding runes are working, by the way. So we can start sending out the Cambion in teams and cut ties with all the third parties we were using.”

“That’s good,” Decima said in a tense tone.

Cracking open an eye, Sam found Decima and Hillary, once more in human form, glaring at him. Hillary was standing just behind Decima with her hands on her chair.

Wren looked bored and wanting to be somewhere else.

Jes wasn’t there anymore.

The soft click of a camera from under the table answered his unasked question. Jes was taking pictures of Aster mid-action.

There was a massive amount of photos that’d been taken of Aster and Sam by this point. Mostly by Jes but quite a few by Hillary as well.

Pulling down on Aster’s head he made her take him all the way down. His tip nice and secure in the depths of her throat.

Aster groaned, swallowed, and went still. The click of the camera went off several more times.

Sam released Aster after she swallowed once more. The Elemental went into a quick pace, bouncing her head back and forth from hilt to tip as quickly as she could. Her hand fondling and squeezing his jewels in her hand.

“-keep doing what we’ve been doing. We’ve also finally made some headway on providing commercial security jobs,” said Irma. Sam had missed some of what she’d been saying. “We have a few meetings that we need to have but it seems really promising.

“We… we also were contacted by the FED. They want us to weigh in on some things for them. I’m not really sure how I feel about that personally but being a consultant for an agency isn’t terrible.”

“I’ve tentatively agreed to all the meeting requests for the time being,” added Irene. “I’ve pushed all the items over to your inbox Stacia. I’d love your opinion on it.”

“Of course, not a problem. I haven’t been at my computer since this morning so I haven’t seen it yet,” Stacia replied. “Without even looking though, my response is the same as it always is. Accept, meet, listen, decide.”

“I know, I know. I still want to hear more from you though,” countered Irene.

Sam was only hearing these things on the periphery of his thoughts now. Aster was working hard and fast to get him off. Her hand squeezing much more firmly on him even as her head continued to rocket back and forth. Her tongue, lips, and mouth pulling at him in a wonderful way.

Letting out a soft grunt, that Sam disguised as a cough, he shifted around in his seat. He was about to finish and he wasn’t sure what Aster’s plan was.

Patting her head with the fingers of his right hand he waited.

Only for Aster to go faster. Pushing her face right up into him only to yank herself all the way back to the tip. As if she could somehow manage to get more of his length down her throat.

Opening his eyes, Sam looked around the table to find everyone else was mostly concerned with taking notes now. Even Decima and Hillary who were no longer glaring at him.

Jes was in her seat once again, though she was watching him. Her eyes practically glowing faintly.

Damnit. She’s going to spike the hell out of me.

A wide grin spread across Jes’ face, as if she had heard his complaint. Heard it, agreed with it, and admitted it.

Then the time for thinking was over. Sam felt his shaft expand and he hit his climax. Seed began to spurt out into Aster’s mouth, his manhood flexing wildly.

To her credit, Aster kept pumping her head back and forth, though not as deeply. Her hand squeezed at his jewels nearly in time with the shooting pulses from his member.

She made a soft little moan that was practically beyond his hearing as she greedily sucked on him.

Sam managed to not flinch when Jes slammed a spike of Essence into him. Sending his orgasm ever higher.

In turn, his manhood began to pump and continue to fire, dumping more and more seed into Aster’s mouth.

Who only kept going, sucking and pulling at him, never ceasing in her ministration of his shaft.

Before he’d even started to come down, Jes spiked him again, then a third time. All the while Irma, Irene, and everyone else talked about getting everyone ready for the upcoming meetings.

Finally, Jes let him come down from his climax. Right around the same time Aster was only sucking on his tip now. Treating him more like a straw.

He felt incredibly drained and like she’d pulled every drop from his jewels. That if she were mortal she’d probably just drank enough of him that she wouldn’t need to eat her next meal.

“Alright, that makes sense,” Abigail said and then sighed. “That means that Irene and I really can’t participate. I feel like I’m smuggling a watermelon around everywhere and my lower back hurts.”

“Not much better for me,” offered Irene.

Currently Aster was tucking Sam back into his pants and putting him back to rights.

For his own part, he felt quite warm and as if his bones were made of jello at the moment. Sam was enjoying his post orgasm “the world has no worries” feeling.

“Right. That means… Carissa, myself, and Sam for the contract with Orange. The computer company,” Irma said. “Been a while since I’ve had to go to one of these in person but it is what it is.”

Aster gave Sam’s groin a gentle pat and then moved away from him. He knew it because the static field around him simply fell away.

As if he’d touched something and grounded himself. All the power circling him dissipating.

“That’s fine,” Carissa said.

“No concerns,” added Sam in a drawl. Then he shifted around in his seat and put his elbow on the table.

On the other side, Aster slithered up from underneath and took the seat next to Jes. She had a wide smile on her face and looked to be the cat who caught the canary.

“Great, then that’s what we’ll do. Our meeting is tomorrow, Sam, so we’ll have to get together in the morning and head out from there,” Irma explained. She paused and waited for a few beats. “Does anyone have anything to add?”

Everyone shook their heads.

“Nothing here,” Stacia said when it was obvious everyone had forgotten they couldn’t be seen.

“Great. Thanks everyone,” Irma said, followed by the line beeping as they disconnected.

“Alright. I need to give Decima a present I’ve been working on,” said Sam, getting to his feet.

“Oh? Well… alright,” Decima said, giving him a smile and a curious look. “And where should I go to receive this present?”

“Your house,” Sam said.

“Right. Come over in five minutes. I just want to pick up real quick,” Decima said and then left the room. Hillary trailed along behind her, still looking frustrated at what Aster did.

Sam looked to his left and right at Tiffany and Stacia.

“I’ll catch up with you two after that. Say… five o’clock?”

“That’ll be fine. We can do dinner,” Stacia said.

“Yes, five. Till tomorrow morning,” growled Tiffany, standing up. She was always somewhat possessive of him, though she often showed it at odd times.

Sam only smiled and then nodded his head.

Tiffany and Stacia filed out of the room leaving him alone with Jes and Aster.

“Really, Aster?” Sam asked, looking at the Elemental with a grin. “And did you have to spike me so hard, Jes?”

He half expected Aster to say something, so he was surprised that she’d only smiled at him. Then he noticed it looked like she was holding her breath or something akin to it.

“Of course I did. And do forgive my pet, Baby. She can’t talk yet.

“Right now, she’s holding my after lunch desert for me. She doesn’t deserve to have it so I can’t give it to her, but she was a good girl and earned it for me so willingly. I’ll take it with a kiss as a reward,” Jes said. “Isn’t that right my precious little Elemental? Who’s my good girl.”

Then Jes turned and kissed a very eager Aster with clear hunger, and leaned her head down. At the same time she forced Aster to lean tilt her head.

Sam realized that Aster was feeding Jes all the seed she’d taken from him under the table.

To which Jes swallowed loudly, her fingers locked in Aster’s hair. Forcing her to feed her everything she’d collected.

Aster moaned, Jes swallowed, and they continued to kiss one another. The Torment of Lightning was indeed Jes’ pet and loved it when she treated her like it.

That’s my Jes.

My personal Semen Demon.