Satin Confession

"So...I've given a lot of thought to everything. I know you are thinking about it too but I realized there were some details I left out that should be shared." The demon-born began once they were behind Kaelen's office's closed door.

Kaelen just leaned back in her chair. "Go on."

"You and Lyra and Zara get up to some sex games... That's fine, no shame, but they are your slaves, sort of. If you agree to take me on as a slave, which I still think is the best option, I cannot be that. That has to be something you cannot have me do."

"I would never force that on you. So no worries, but this seems like more than just disinterest. Like there's something more?"

"Yeah...don't get me wrong. I love sex. Like, really, really love it. But I can't be used as a sex slave. Or asked for sex. It isn't just a preference thing. Like I said, if I had my preference, I'd be having people throw me over the bar and having their way every night."

Kaelen smirked "Got it, you've established you like sex."

"Right, sorry. I just needed to drive that point home because... well, how much do you know about demon-born?"

"Very little other than you are a byproduct of a demon and a mortal."

"Yeah, there's a lot more to it. We aren't 'half blooded'. Like, a half elf has pointier ears but not as pointy as full elf's? Or their lifespan is longer than a human but not nearly as long as yours? It's like they get some of the biological traits of each parent. Demon-born get all of the traits of their demon parent. Our appearance is influenced by our mortal parent," she said gesturing to her own elven ears. "But we are not half and half...we are full demon with a dash of mortal for flavor."

"I assume this isn't some villain monologue before we have to throw down?"

Wyxy chuckled "Nah, at least I hope not. So I'm a full demon. Now, demons are not inherently monsters or evil. That behavior and perception of us is largely due to what life is like in the hells. Since I didn't grow up there, I was not shaped by those influences. I'm not interested in being that kind of creature. But, demons feeding off life force is a thing. Some would call that life force the soul. Might be, I don't know. How they feed varies. Some do it through bargains and deals. Some do it through violence. And some do it through sex."

"I'm guessing you are the latter, then...a sex demon?" Kaelen asked, eyebrow raised.

"Yes. A succubus. Male presenting are called incubi or an incubus. If a succubus or incubus has sex with a mortal it doesn't end well for the other person. We get a lot out of it. They lose a lot. Granted, it's probably the best sex of their life, but it's certainly the last sex of their life."

"Oh. Well damn. That... I mean, it doesn't change anything per se. But it does add some context." Kaelen began. "But understand that what I have with Lyra is decades in the making. What we have with Zara is very new but it came about without pretense. Your situation, it's not a sexual one..."

"Part of me wishes it could be." Wyxy interrupted.

"...it's a...wait...hold on. What do you actually mean by that? Is that because of horny demon cravings or... did you actually want that from me? From us?"

"Love sex, remember? If there was a way that I could enjoy it without devouring a soul in the process, that would be great. So I'm not going to lie, I've had a crush on you and Lyra for some time."

"Oh, uh..." Kaelen genuinely blushed. What was happening? She'd gone decades without a partner before finding Lyra and now, in the span of a week, two other women were sharing their feelings for her. What was going on?

"Sorry, I know that's a lot."

"It's okay. It's good to have all the details about this. If we go through with this, it would be to get you out of a bad situation with your family. You wouldn't be forced to do anything. I imagine your life would remain largely the same. You'd work here or, if you wanted to work somewhere else, we could look into it. Though convincing someone else to pay wages to a slave might be complicated. You also definitely wouldn't be forced to join us in the bedroom either."

Wyxy nodded.

"Keep thinking this over, Wyxy. All my assurances aside, this is not a decision that can be easily undone. We'll both probably outlive slavery laws and it can be readdressed then, but that's decades away. That's the only way this would end. I'm also not saying I'm agreeing to it yet. This would put Lyra and I in a position where we have the attention of a demon. He's not going to be happy if we do this. But we're still considering it because we want to help you."

Wyxy nodded again. It was clear she was at a loss of what to say so Kaelen let her be. She patted the demon-born on the shoulder reassuringly and both turned to leave. Wyxy seemed deep in thought and headed in the direction of her room. Kaelen watched her go, feeling bad for the situation she'd been put into.

When Kaelen returned home, she found that Lyra had done as she was told. She had bathed again, made sure all the equipment for the evening was prepared and laid out and she seemed eager. She knew that Genny's crew had built some sort of playroom for them all to share but Kaelen was holding the grand reveal until later that evening.

The two had dinner before the night's fun and while they ate, Kaelen shared everything that Wyxy had told her. It piqued Lyra's academic interest and she'd scurried off and returned with the same book she'd been pursuing for demon law.

"It's terrible that Wyxy has to live with this condition, Mistress. The information she shared does match what my books say. They go into some pretty complex mystical theory about how the feeding works and some research cases on victims that survived but there does not seem to be a treatment."

"I cannot imagine living like that. Having this burning desire in you that would literally kill people if you let it out." She turned a coy eye at Lyra. "I've kept you pretty frustrated the past few days. Double that. Triple it even and then imagine you couldn't do anything about it without killing someone."

Lyra was focused more on her book than on the conversation. "Mmhmm." Was all she said. Kaelen decided to get her attention by having her nipple rings slightly shock her. Lyra gave a cute little yip. "Sorry, Mistress. My brain is trying to solve the puzzle now."

"It's okay. But that's a puzzle for another day. I want you focused on tonight. Understood?"

Lyra just nodded submissively and put the book down.

* * *

Zara stood at the door and checked herself again. Finding clothing that was provocative but not extremely uncomfortable was a rare challenge when you had a fine layer of fur everywhere. But she'd found a dress, if you could call it that. It was from some exotic tailor in some far off land. It consisted of a red linen fabric with black embroidered edges. Beyond that there was not much to it. It was more like a piece of fabric that draped over the shoulders that had an opening for her head and one in the back for her tail and that was it. The sides were completely open and the front and back of the dress did not attach to each other at all. To keep it from blowing up in the wind, Zara had wrapped a thin black leather belt around her hips, just above her tail, and another just below her breasts. She also wrapped similar strips of leather around her legs and down to her feet. The neck opening was low enough to show off her collar and with her legs and arms bare, the cuffs there were exposed.

She'd gotten a lot of questions over the past week from clients about the visible restraints. Most of them were curious. Some assumed she was an actual slave and talked down to her a bit more than they would've otherwise. A select handful of clients, particularly a few younger ones that were visiting her for piercing work, seemed to get the actual meaning of the collar and gave her knowing winks. One male client had tried to get a little bossy with her until his partner scolded him, pointing out that Zara wasn't his to boss around.

Zara's musing was interrupted as the door opened. She'd not even knocked yet so they must've been waiting for her. Lyra stood on the side of the door, clad in her typical "slave attire" though the loin cloth was longer and made of leather tonight. She didn't say anything to Zara, just reached up and clipped a metal chain to the ring on her collar. She then pulled the cat-folk in for a sudden and passionate kiss. Their tongues mingled and danced for a moment before Lyra pulled away, smiling and gave the newly leashed cat a tug.

Lyra led Zara to the stairwell of the tower and then down one flight of stairs. She was careful not to tug too hard while precariously balanced on the stairs. At the bottom was a heavy wooden door with iron banding on it. It looked heavier and thicker than the other doors in the manor and it looked new.