by Randi Darren
Sam could indeed smell urine on himself. Very potent, lack of water, urine.
But… we’re okay.
Imp-Three’s gone, though… maybe I could go see Alisa about her. Maybe I could get her back?
For now… a shower.
“Coming,” Sam muttered, getting to his feet.
“You already did that. A lot. I swear to god I’m going to drip in my panties for a month,” complained Irene.
Epilogue
Leaning back in the grass, Sam watched the Cambion warriors going through their training.
Ever since they’d been brought here, they’d done nothing but train, raid Aster’s new plane.
In the end she’d decided to turn it into a training ground. Filled with monsters, beasts, and obstacles. An ideal training ground for anyone who wanted to test themselves.
It didn’t hurt that no one could really die or be maimed there, either.
He envied the Cambion in a way. They had a direction and dedication to themselves that needed no explanation or understanding.
“We’re all done,” Irma said, dropping down next to him on the grass. “Everything is closed up, complete ghost presence now.”
“Mm. Pity,” Sam murmured, leaning toward Irma partially.
“Yes and no,” said the Imp with a wide smile. “Yes and no. We definitely needed to get off the prime plane for a while. All my resources and sources tell me that Jena is an actual ball of rage.
“Ultra rage. Extreme rage. Nothing but rage.”
Sam snorted at that and grinned.
“Good. I like that.”
“Course, you do,” said Irma with a laugh, laying an arm around Sam’s shoulders. “And that’s the bad part. We left precious few hints and clues behind but it’s still a possibility she could figure us out. So, we go to ground. Just like you suggested. We’ll pop back up later. It’ll be fine.”
“I guess,” Sam muttered. He knew it was the right thing to do. Had even suggested it himself. Didn’t mean he liked it, though.
“You won’t even notice. Lots and lots of generators, an open phone line, and we can work contracts and the business without ever having to be on the prime,” listed Irma. “Everything just like normal. Even cable TV and the internet. All from our plane.”
Irma fell silent, her fingers lightly combing through Sam’s hair.
“You’re sure those tiny cord sized portals won’t attract any notice?” Irma asked quietly.
“Positive,” Sam said with a chuckle. “I’d have problems looking for them even if I knew they were there. Not to mention, there’s no reason for anyone to ever enter our building. All the magical alarms, mechanical alarms, and the Cambion guards… well. They’d have to get through all of that first, just to find an empty building and a few cables going into almost invisible portals.”
“I… yeah, that’s a good point,” Irma said and then leaned her head against Sam’s. “Hm. They’re rather dedicated. Quite strong, too.
“I was rather surprised that Wren lost to their leader. Good thing she at least beat her second-in-command.”
Watching as a group of Cambion warriors charged another group, Sam was impressed as both sides clashed together, and managed to hold their ground.
“To be fair… there were a lot of challenges given as soon as I outlawed killing opponents,” Sam said. “Doesn’t hurt that we have enough Imps now to keep them healed up of any wounds.”
“Speaking of that, my dearest Husband, how are you going to be able to feed all those Imps?” Irma asked softly. “Because last I saw, you have all your contracts to handle, myself and your other… well, wives, I suppose, and then the Cambion whenever you have free time.”
“Oh, that’s actually easy. Jes, Aster, and I don’t really sleep. Not much anyways,” Sam said with a chuckle.
“Is that what you’ve been doing after I sleep? Hm. Also explains where Wren goes. She just gets tossed in as the chew toy between the three of you and gnawed on. Then again, she said she likes it,” Irma asked, then sighed. “I’m finding myself quite accustomed to my man sleeping with so many, but I don’t like it much.”
“Sorry, but you knew how this would go,” said Sam genuinely. He did feel bad, but this was how an Incubus Planar-Lord would rule. “And speaking of, Irene put a meeting on my calendar.”
“She did? Oh. Alright. That’s odd,” Irma said, then kissed the top of Sam’s head. “Go about your business then Planar-Sex-Lord Sameerixis.”
“Alas, it is but an ever-demanding job,” said Sam.
He personally didn’t feel like he was stretched thin at all.
If anything, he was deeply enjoying going from Cambion, to Imp, to someone in his feed harem or harem, to another three Cambion, and back again.
It’s hard to hate what you were made for, when it’s so enjoyable.
Cuddling with Irma for a short while longer, Sam eventually took her back to the mock-up apartment building they’d built on his plane. It mirrored the real-life building they worked out of, brick for brick.
Going to the meeting room Irene had specified, Sam entered and found Abigail and Irene both there. The soul Caer and Irene shared darted in closed to him, laying their arms around his shoulders.
“Oh, hey Abby, how are you?” Sam asked with a smile, then looked at Irene. “Irene, beautiful as always.”
Casually, he reached out and grabbed Irene’s soul, curling his fingers around it, and sat down in the open chair.
Pulling the soul into his lap, he looked at the two nervous looking women.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Sam asked. “Though… if it’s a three-way… I’m all in. I’ve never been able to pair you with anyone but Jes, Abby.”
Sighing, Abigail pressed a hand to her jaw, then looked at Irene. “You see? I told you. He has no idea.”
“I mean… it’s only been a month. It’s rather hard to detect,” Irene countered, shrugging her shoulders.
“I’m so excited,” said Irene’s soul.
“I’m rather nervous,” Caer countered. “But I’m also excited. I’ve never heard of a Lich giving birth.”
Sam blinked, his features locking into place, his eyes still stuck to Irene.
“Wait, he heard us,” Caer said, leaning in close and peering at him. “He can hear us!”
“No, he can’t. He’s never heard us before,” Irene’s soul argued.
“He can! He’s not breathing!” Caer practically shouted, leaning in eye to eye with him.
“Sammy… can you hear my soul?” Irene asked, causing the soul to lean back, watching Sam.
Abigail looked confused but looked from Irene to Sam.
“Yes,” Sam admitted, his brain trying to catch up to what Caer had said. “But only recently.”
“Well! I’ll get right to it since Caer accidentally spoiled that,” Irene said with a radiant smile. “Abigail and I are pregnant. Apparently, you… didn’t have any control over yourself while we were in the cage.
“Given how often pregnancies occurred in the cage… that’s not surprising, I guess.”
Irene laid her hands to her lower stomach.
“I’m really hoping for a girl,” Irene said.
Abigail, on the other hand, sighed and put her elbow on the table. Putting her chin in her hand, she shook her head.
“Sam. Sam, Sam, Sam,” Abigail mumbled. “I just started getting used to piloting the mech and working as a PMC. And you go and knock me up.”
Shaking his head slowly, Sam really didn’t know how to respond to any of this.
“Alisa is rather pleased. I stopped in to tell her while she worked. Aster took me,” Abigail said. “We haven’t told anyone other than Aster, Alisa, and now you. We weren’t sure until this morning.”
Sam had already scoured both Irene and Abigail with Essence the moment he understood what was happening.
They both did indeed have a growing child in them. Little more than enough to spot at this point, but it was there.
&
nbsp; “I mean, how else did they make all those Cambion?” Irene asked with a chuckle. “And no, before you ask, Aster isn’t pregnant. Not sure how she avoided that.”
“Right,” Sam said, letting out a slow breath. “Well. I suppose congratulations are in order. I hadn’t expected on being a father but… well... right. Okay.”
I can do this. I can do it. I can do it.
Going to be a dad.
Alright.
Okay.
I can… I can do this.
“To be fair, I think you put enough seed in me that I could have started a sperm bank,” Irene said holding her hands up in defeat. “I’m just considering it a souvenir of our time in the cage. Though… I did memorize the spells used. I’m working on building a cage here. Just… for fun. You know? Jump in the cage with you again for a while every so often. And speaking of the cage, Amy and her husband moved into the old apartment building. They’re going to be taking care of its needs while we’re gone. She needed a place to raise her daughter anyways. We’ll all be due around the same time. Apparently she’s going to name her baby Anna. A few other Incubi and Succubi are likely to do the same. Lot of pregnancies.”
Abigail smiled and shook her head with a deep sigh.
“You’re building the cage? You’re so weird, Irene,” Abigail said, though clearly the two had bonded. Likely from discovering they were pregnant at the same time, and technically due on the same day. “I don’t think I’ll get back in the cage. It felt amazing, but… I hurt so bad afterward.”
“Wren’s already begging to let her get in it with Jes and Sam,” Irene said, looking at Abigail.
“Of course, she is. Likely Stacia and Tiffany, too,” Abigail countered, then she sighed again. Laying a hand to her stomach. “Though… I have this really strange feeling we’re going to have a boy, Sam. A boy and… we’re going to name him Alexander. Alexander Winters.”
There was a ring of fate to her tone that Sam couldn’t ignore.
Thank you, dear reader!
I’m hopeful you enjoyed reading this story. Please consider leaving a review, commentary, or messages. Feedback is imperative to an author’s growth.
Oh, and of course, positive reviews never hurt. So do be a friend and go add a review.
Feel free to drop me a line at: [email protected]
Join my mailing list for book updates: William D. Arand Newsletter
Keep up to date—Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/WilliamDArand
Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/WilliamDArand
Blog: http://williamdarand.blogspot.com/
My Personal Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/WilliamDArand
Harem Lit Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/haremlit/
If you enjoyed this book, try out the books of some of my close friends. I can heartily recommend them.
Blaise Corvin- A close and dear friend of mine. He’s been there for me since I was nothing but a rookie with a single book to my name. He told me from the start that it was clear I had talent and had to keep writing. His background in European martial arts creates an accurate and detail driven action segments as well as his world building.
https://www.amazon.com/Blaise-Corvin/e/B01LYK8VG5
John Van Stry- John was an author I read, and re-read, and re-read again, before I was an author. In a world of books written for everything except harems, I found that not only did I truly enjoy his writing, but his concepts as well.
In discovering he was an indie author, I realized that there was nothing separating me from being just like him. I attribute him as an influence in my own work.
He now has two pen names, and both are great.
https://www.amazon.com/John-Van-Stry/e/B004U7JY8I
Jan Stryvant-
https://www.amazon.com/Jan-Stryvant/e/B06ZY7L62L
Daniel Schinhofen- Daniel was another one of those early adopters of my work who encouraged and pushed me along. He’s almost as introverted as I am, so we get along famously. He recently released a new book, and by all accounts including mine, is a well written author with interesting storylines.
https://www.amazon.com/Daniel-Schinhofen/e/B01LXQWPZA
