by Randi Darren
Everyone had kept busy, but nothing of any real note had occurred.
Isn’t that usually when things go wrong?
Raising his eyebrows at the thought, Sam decided he should probably get the bed into Decima’s apartment.
He’d gone through all this effort just to make this moment happen. There was no reason to hesitate now.
Opening a portal to the jump point on his own plane, Sam stepped through. He left a trace of the portal open behind himself so he could call it open later to place the bed.
Several Cambion with rifles, two Imps, and an Elemental were there on guard duty. Technically, this part of the plane wasn’t inside his “home” which meant none of these women were part of his feed harem.
Raising a hand, Sam stood where he was and waited.
They had their duties to perform, and he wasn’t going to get in their way. The Cambion had lifted their rifles and trained them on him.
Once he’d gotten all his Cambion warriors brought up to speed, they’d adapted to modern gear and technology within days. Quickly adopting it and making it their own.
Their fondness for napalm was well documented at this point.
One of the Imps held up a hand and a spell flared to life in her palm. It flashed twice then winked out.
“Welcome home, Sameerixis,” said the Imp.
“Thank you. Have a pleasant day,” Sam said with a smile, leaving the portal jump point.
After crossing through a security zone that had several machine guns trained on it, past a security point with a large Earth Elemental, and through a checkpoint, Sam made it home.
He was at the backdoor to the apartment building they’d had made. It was a mirror image of the one they’d been inhabiting on the prime before they’d fled.
Opening the door, Sam got into the elevator without a concern.
He’d made it personally, which meant it was all alloys that wouldn’t cause him any problems. After all, there’d be no reason for him to make an elevator that would give himself anxiety.
Tapping the button for the home floor, the doors shut.
Seconds later, they opened again.
Standing in the hallway were Stacia the Vampire and her girlfriend, Tiffany the Were-Wolverine.
Looking up, both of them paused in their conversation as Sam exited the elevator.
Then they both smiled in a predatory way.
Ah… they were hoping to catch me.
Coming over to stand in front of him, Tiffany was a few inches taller than Irene, with short brown hair in a pixie-style cut. Her eyes were a dark brown that was borderline black.
She was pretty, lean, and had a feral edge to her. Her figure wasn’t very impressive when compared to some of his other women, but neither was she flat.
“Hello there, handsome,” Tiffany said in a low voice. Stacia came up to stand just behind her, one hand resting on the other woman’s back.
Stacia was medium height with an athletic figure. She had light-green eyes and her curly blond hair was cut short.
Beautiful and chosen for her looks, Stacia was the type of woman that could catch anyone’s attention.
Male or female.
On top of all that, she was one of the brains of the operation. Between herself, Irma, and Irene, they tended to keep up with everything between the three of them.
“Sam, Baby, would you be willing to let us take you out tonight?” asked Stacia. “I have to go on a little mission for a month or so and we were just planning our night out.
“We’d love it if we could split you between us before I go.”
Tiffany and Stacia hadn’t just started dating but were actually in love with one another now. It’d gone from him pairing them with one another, to them splitting him.
Except they refused to be paired with anyone else other than Jes now. They felt it’d be cheating on the other if it wasn’t Sam or Jes.
“Sure,” Sam said, realizing he wasn’t going to get to put the bed away. “What kind of mission are you going on, by the way?”
“Oh, Miles wants me to go take a peek at a possible location for Mitch,” Stacia said with a negligent wave of her hand. “He’s hoping to get him settled down in a new place by the end of the year.”
Nodding his head, Sam could only smile.
“Lead the way,” he said.
To which Tiffany grabbed him possessively and began dragging him down the hall.
“By the way,” said the Were. “You’re going to need to put a kid in me at some point. Stacia and I want a child. You’re the father; we’re the parents.”
I… what?
“And the reason you’re willing to do this for us is… well… because you love us. And we love you,” declared Tiffany, her hands squeezing tightly on his arm. “And… and I want a kid for us. Stacia and I, that is. We’d love it if you were active in their life but… we’d understand if you didn’t want to be.”
Sighing, Sam once again nodded his head.
Because I love them. Right.
I do.
Okay.
They’re right. Besides, I’d love to see us as parents together.
“Fine, but I get to be a parent, too,” he agreed, realizing with that last thought that he included himself.
“See? I told you. Who could resist you asking that, my beautiful Were?” Stacia said, wrapping an arm around Tiffany’s shoulders. Then she leaned over and laid a kiss on her cheek. “Now we just need to figure out the wedding, then get you pregnant.”
Hm.
Seems a time of change is coming.
I’m excited to see them wed. I’ll have to start thinking of a good present.
There was a beep on the building intercom.
“Everyone needs to report to the central meeting room,” Aster said over the speaker. “Shit just went south.”
Ah… yes.
Two - Winds of Change -
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 about the parenting.”
Tiffany grunted at that, her hands still locked into Sam’s other one. She’d been holding onto it as if it were a lifeline 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, still 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 for me to breed them. Putting children in 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 as 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 babysit 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 eventually by becoming an Elder.
Because part of the recent agreement he made with the Cambion War Leader was that he’d ensure 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 guaranteed result, provided enough attempts.
The door that led into the hall opened and people began entering.
At the front was Lady Decima Vera Fidenis. Wearing a housedress that flattered and hugged her curves, she looked more like a magazine model than what she was.
A reborn Templar who had battled her entire 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, which gave 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 raised 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 was Wren.
Tall, athletic, and 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 head.
She was dressed in casual wear and looked as though she had 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 to 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-nine.
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 even flirt right back. 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 her. “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 Decima, so he could legally be wed to two people.
Stacia clicked her tongue at that, putting her elbow on the table. Tilting her head, she gave Sam the side-eye.
At the same time, he felt Tiffany looking at him from the other side of the table, her hands still locked tight to his own. Apparently, she 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, anyway. 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 took a moment to close the door behind her.
The Planar Lady known as Jezebel Sameerixis Fidenis Mary-Ann Lee Prima was a rare lady.
Born nearly seventy years ago as an Imp, she had been remade into a Succubus by Jenaphila.
As a Succubus, she had a mythic level of control over the desires of others, was able to feed directly from Sam, and curbed her 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 was pulled back behind her head in a ponytail that dangled down to her rear end. Her dark blue eyes—which were almost purple—seemed to be pleading with him at all times.
Now, of course, he 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 which was 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 cheekbones 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 shorthair cat. Moving quickly, she saunt
ered across the table and flopped down right in front of Sam. Resting against his forearm, her tail flicking up to tap his face.
“That’s not 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 wearing 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 steady as she gazed 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 focused all of her attention on 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 in exchange 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. Well, we’ll see how that works.”
A second later and Sam felt Aster sit in front of him on the ground. Her hands moved to rest on his knees.
He sat there, not entirely sure what to do, as he felt the gaze of everyone in the room.
Before he could say anything, he caught Jes shaking 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.
