C3Verse: Community Story

[Willing Domination/Succubus Story] 

WRC: White Rose Community 

*Disclaimer/Spoiler Alert: Contains Servitude, Light Punishment, and Frequent use of the Term Master by a Willing Person. This story is Explicit. 

*From the Author: "I highly recommend you read the other parts of this story. 

This is a short and fun story taking place at another community party that occurs every Friday. I hope you enjoy it. 

If you like it, and tell me that, I may try and write a few more some day, but I'd like to get back to The C3Verse:Convention Storyline first. I have way more ideas for it and want to see where things go with it." 

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Friday, March 20th 2015, Time 19:55 

On The Streets of the Boulder City, Colorado White Rose Community 

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Delilah watched as her Master adjusted his tunic for the seventh time as they walked on the sidewalk under the light of the dusk sky and dim streetlamps. She could feel his embarrassment emanating from him as well as his arousal. 

"Jimmy, it's fine. No one can see anything. If you keep messing with it, then it might undo my work and it'll reveal you to the world. Then you'd be even more embarrassed." 

Despite the shame it would bring to him, Delilah wouldn't have minded the exposure. It might have been a 'Trial by fire' for him as he would have been the only one embarrassed to reveal his naked body to the crowd of party goers of the very open minded community. 

He folded his arms over his mostly bare, muscular and handsome chest before asking, "Why do we have to dress up like this? This is embarrassing enough already."  

Delilah fluttered her bat-like black and purple wings, while pressing her face in an emotionless expression, even though he could probably sense her frustration from her soul that sat in his ring. 

As she had said many times in the past hour, she told him again, "Jimmy... We don't have to go to this party." 

Stopping and turning to her, he rubbed a hand over his face before putting his hands on his waist. "But you said we should because of how bad the last one went. If I'm to live here, you think I need to be part of this community." 

She nodded. "I do. And you would like to see some more of the people that dwell here. I know you are uncomfortable with parties and this is unusual for you to wear, but we do stuff like this all the time. Sometimes it's even worse. At least we're wearing clothes." 

Delilah couldn't imagine what would happen if Jimmy was invited to one of the orgy parties. Not everyone in the community was invited to every party, but with her Master's suddenly elevated status and power, people would definitely be seeking to invite him to show that they could have the most magically powerful man in the community come to the party they had hosted. 

One of the ever present demons in her head whispered, 'Master doesn't understand that.' 

'He doesn't like this power.' 

Delilah told her Master, "It's up to the host of the party to decide what the theme is and what, if anything, is required to be brought, prepared for the part, or what is to be worn. The last party didn't have a dress up requirement and was just more of a dark social. This one requires you to select a date to the party and have them dress you up in... this." 

"But I'm wearing a toga!" He complained loudly. 

The cream soft garment covered his waist to his knees and went up from his hip to one of his shoulders. His muscular chest and abs were on full display. A laural wreath adorned his head and he wore a pair of leather wrap sandals that went up to his knees. 

Delilah let out a small growl of annoyance while trying not to get truly frustrated with her Master's ignorance. "Togas are Roman. We were invited to a Greek party. This is called a Chiton." 

"Isn't this a little..." he trailed off. 

"What?" 

"Culturally insensitive?" 

Delilah rolled her eyes while another demon whispered something about, 'Dumb humans.' 

"No. We are trying to show our respect and remember the history of Grecian culture. This isn't a frat party." To try and help him see, she added, "You didn't think it was culturally insensitive to dress as Vampires when we went as them last year for Halloween." 

The look on her Master's face and the feeling of guilt that washed over him made Delilah see he had taken it the wrong way. 

Delilah shook her head. "I can tell what you are thinking and that's not the point. Did you mean to make fun of the disability Jarlath has or did you celebrate how amazing some of his unique abilities are? Vampire's are more than just 'Bloodsuckers'. I actually borrowed the classic costume from Jarlath's blood sister Rowena. She loved the idea and wanted to see our pictures afterwards. We weren't making fun of them." 

Jimmy sighed and nodded. "I guess you are right. Despite not knowing they were real, I wasn't trying to make fun of them. I was just thinking how cool vampires are and thought it would be fun to dress like that." 

Delilah tried to ease his tension as she added, "I know your friend Meora hates it when the 'lesser Humans' dress like cats, but I also know for a fact that her brother who lives in the Idaho Falls' White Rose Community loves it when his human girlfriend wears cat ears and a tail. They post their pics together on the Magical Community version of Piccto." 

He finally managed a small smile for his Fiancée. "Meora is not my friend. I'm glad we probably won't be seeing her again."  

"Me too." 

'Though you should have killed her.' 

'Master was wrong to take away your pleasure to rid her from this world.' 

'Magical confinement is too good for her.' 

The werecat Meora is now in the Magical Prison located somewhere in Death Valley serving several years for clawing her Master at the last party. Delilah felt a terrible guilt and shame every time she thought about it. 

Ignoring it and the voices, Delilah said, "The Host couple are originally from Greece. Hosting a wine tasting party, wearing sexy yet historical or statuesque traditional Greek clothing is what they want. They do this about once a year. I love going to these and dressing up for it."  

Stepping closer to him, a purple claw from her finger teased his bare chest while she looked him up and down hungrily with a smirk. "And you, Master, look like you could be carved by Polykleitos himself." 

"Who?" 

Delilah sighed as she rolled her eyes again. "He sculpted muscular naked Greek guys. I was saying you look super hot and sexy. I thought you liked art, how do you not know Polykleitos?" 

"I don't focus on sculptures of naked people." 

Her Master was still struggling with that hindrance. He also sometimes had trouble looking at her while she bore herself to him, despite them having had sex once or twice a day for the last week. He really didn't like it when she walked around his house naked. She was lucky he hadn't yet forbidden her from doing that. 

Delilah had a sudden moment of realization as she realized where they were going tonight and what was standing in the Grecian style gardens. 

Sighing, her Master finally told her, "Okay. I'll wear this, but why did you make it so revealing?" 

Delilah smiled as she straightned Jimmy's shoulder covering. "Because I want to show off how hot my Master is. And because you agreed to let me choose what you wore, even though you didn't have to." 

"I thought the date was supposed to decide how the other person wore the clothing?" 

"Normally yes, but your Masterhood trumps that. You could easily command me to make you wear something more conservative." 

Even though she hated the thought of him wearing anything else, she suggested, "I can change this if you want..."  

'Does he not want to look sexy for you?' 

'It's his choice. Not mine.' 

'But he looks so god-like' 

'Do you think he might pose for Arinia like you did?' 

Jimmy let out an amused breath. "No you don't need to dress me differently. Are you okay with what you are wearing?" 

She smiled warmly. "I think it's a little more conservative than I would like, but it's nice." 

Her matching colored robe she had on showed just a hint of cleavage between two crossed pieces that went up to her shoulders and down to her waist, crossing enough to show her belly button and have a hole for her tail. Her skirt came to above her knees and, like him, she wore no underwear. 

The last time she had gone to the Kazan's Grecian party, she definitely was wearing less clothing. Especially as the night wore on. 

A thought occurred to her as she gave him a devious grin. "Although, Female Grecian servants often wouldn't wear any form of clothing to appeal to their Masters." 

She could feel his horror as he Master shouted, "No! I don't want you to be naked." 

Pressing herself against him, tugging the front of her dress down slightly so that her skin touched his warm body, she sensually said, "I don't mind. I'd love to serve you in that capacity."  

She wished her Master was less conservative in their sex too. He was really shy about trying new things and hadn't used another Succubi Crest on her since the first one a week ago. 

'He's too weak.' 

'What should I do to help him?' 

Unfortunately the voices couldn't answer her question. 

The look of horror on her Master's face made Delilah fake out giggle as she pretended to drop the act. She really wouldn't have minded being naked and serving him in any way he wished. 

She told him, "I know that'd make you feel uncomfortable. I'm fine with this. It's really comfortable and I like how it feels with my tail and wings. Do you like it?" 

The smell of pre-cum emanating from him fueled her arousal as he said, "Yes. You look beautiful in anything." 

'You look beautiful without anything too.' A demon whispered. 

Delilah looked down to see the tent his Masterhood pitched in the soft cotton fabric. 

"Would you like me to take care of that Master?" 

He swallowed, embarrased again as he asked, "Here? We're out in the open." 

"I could cast a invisibility field around us to hide us. No one would know." Her hand came to his chest again, making him shiver. "It might help you not be so... horny... tonight." 

His arousal became stronger. 

"Okay... I guess it might help. Cast the spell." 

As soon as she did, a hazy bubble appeared around them.  

She was about to kneel before her Master when she sensed a shift in his emotions and he became excited by an idea.  

"Stop."  

Delilah froze as she felt her own frustration build. 

'What is he doing?' 

'You need him.' 

'You were this close to tasting his delicious nectar.' 

Delilah could do nothing as he got on his knees before her and said, "I get to please you first." And he lifted her skirt to partake of her wet folds. 

She couldn't help herself and smile at his unexpected boldness as she gently slid her fingers into his hair while she moaned, "Thank you Master." 

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The party at a Grecian-Style Manor was in full swing when Delilah's Master escorted her to it after they had both orally pleased eachother.  

Where the last party that the witch Mother Maxibeth had thrown was dark and dim, this one was well lit by braziers and torches revealing a large courtyard filled with stautues, topiary, and way more guests than the last party, who were all surrounded by a column wall in the huge courtyard. 

Though he couldn't read her thoughts unless she sent them to him, she could read his from their bond and their fluid transfer. 

His thoughts said, 'I feel like I've stepped back into ancient Greece.' 

Delilah smiled and squeezed his arm tighter, but then she sensed someone was aroused by Jimmy's presence and her Master was filled with more embarrassment as a red curly haired human woman approached him and his thoughts of discomfort at the woman weren't really needed as Delilah knew how uncomfortable he would be by the rich lady of the manor. 

Releasing her Master's arm, Delilah took a step back into position as his servant, while Cressida Kazan, a curvy yet beautiful woman originally from Greece, carried two gold cups spilling with red wine to Delilah's Master. 

With a slight hint of an Grecian accent, and a wide charming smile, she greeted, "Master Jimmy! Welcome! It is a pleasure to have you join us. I was beginning to think you wouldn't come."  

One of the cups was pushed into his hand and she clinked his cup with hers before pressing against him, kissing him on his cheek. 

Delilah could smell the red wine already emanating heavily from Cressida, but was more amused by her Master's mind having gone blank by the bold lady who wore nothing but a short wrap skirt and sandals.  

Cressida's bountiful exposed breasts left Delilah's Master's bare chest, while he looked and felt more embarrassed than Delilah had ever sensed from him. 

Because this bold woman had thrown herself at him without his permission, Delilah's Master had every right to have Delilah attack this woman that was clearly attracted to him. Unfortunately, he was to kind and innocent to allow Delilah the pleasure of defending him. 

"My name is Cressida Kazan. I'm hosting this party with my husband." Turning, she raised her voice, "Kristos Darling! Master James is here!" 

Delilah heard the clop of hooves and her Master turned to see some of the crowd parting for a man that towered over them.  

When the crowd finally revealed the man, Delilah could feel her Master's shock and awe that Kristos was actually a large and very muscular centaur, wearing only a white sash, who opened his beefy arms wide as he galloped to a halt in front of them. 

Delilah sent her thoughts. 'Are you okay, Master? You're open mouth might catch flies.' 

'He's a centaur!' 

'Yes. I know.' 

'This is figging amazing!' 

Delilah was glad his mind had gotten off of Cressida, though Delilah could still feel Crassida's desire for him despite being near her husband, which rose Delilah's anger. 

The demon's whispered, 'Be careful. Don't make a scene.' 

'She's enticed young men before.' 

'She might try something with Master.' 

'In front of her husband? I doubt it.' 

In a booming heavily accented voice, Kristos exclaimed, "Welcome! I am honored you came to the party Master Blackwood." 

The man offered a large hand and Delilah's Master hesitantly tried to take it, before the centaur grabbed her Master's bicep in a traditional warrior's greeting. 

"What do you think of the party?" Kristos asked proudly 

Shyly, Delilah's Master said, "I like your house." 

The man laughed heartily. "Yes it is wonderful. It reminds me of Greece. Come, I want to show you off to my other guests." 

The centaur and half naked woman grabbed Delilah's Master by the shoulder and arm, guiding him to the center of the party while Delilah followed obediently. 

'Your Master is going to hate this.' 

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Delilah was unexpectedly impressed by her Master tonight. Normally he was shy and timid when it came to parties and sociallizing, especially with many women flaunting their bodies occasionally to him, but he really seemed to be enjoying meeting all the things he had read about in Grecian Mythology. 

The Kazan's had invited several of their family members and friends from Greece, so Delilah's Master was introduced to several creatures including a minotaur that challenged Kristos to a race around the Kazan's small vineyard, a siren that Delilah was grateful couldn't charm her Master, and a sphinx that was entertaining guests with riddles and puzzles. Delilah's Clever Master had even gotten a few riddles correct. 

Despite his outward excitement, Delilah knew her Master was angry about something that she could not longer read his mind about as it neared midnight. 

As Kristos began wrestling a huge wild boar that would be cooked for a meal, Delilah went to her Master's side and spoke aloud to him for the first time since they had got here. "Master. May I have a private word with you?" 

He turned to her and immediately became less tense. "Of course Delee. Let's find somewhere private." 

Grabbing a provided basket, Delilah Guided her Master deep into the magically grown vineyard that was definitely out of season as she began picking grapes after conjuring a flame for him to see by. 

"Master, what's wrong?" 

He started picking grapes with her and said, "I'm a little uncomfortable seeing someone kill a boar in front of me." 

"But you like Barbequed pork. And didn't you have to go hunting once?" 

He gave a small chuckle before he said. "Yes, but your know it didn't turn out too well. I just don't like seeing the boar chased around and slain by hand. It seems like animal cruelty, but I guess it's part of their culture." 

Nodding, Delilah pried more. "That's not really what's wrong. I can feel your anger you are trying to keep in check. Do you not like these people? Is it Cressida and the other women? Do you wish to go home?" 

"No... it's just... well yes Cressida and her nakedness is bothersome, but that's not what I'm upset about." He sighed heavily. "I thought you said these people are your friends." 

Delilah felt her heart sink as she realized why he was angry.  

He took her hand and looked into her eyes sadly as he said, "They treat you like you aren't even there. No one has said a word to you all night. Including me I guess, but that's because Kristos keeps dragging me around. I keep wanting to talk to you. To ask you about things. I miss having you explain your world to me." 

Delilah let out a sigh as well before slipping her hand out of his to collect more grapes. "Master. As your Servant, I am not expected to be part of this party. I'm here to serve you and give you whatever you desire. That's what people expect. Especially the Kazan's. I'm not meant to be included. They don't really know any differently." 

"That's awful! I -" 

"Jimmy! Delilah! Hold up!" 

Both of the turned to see Trixie the seven-foot-three cyclops stomping towards them. As one of the guards of the community, her Grecian armor was perfect with the full golden cuirass that mimicked her large chest and abs, with a red studded skirt and a red plummed golden helm. 

When she reached them, she pointed back behind her, "Kristos wants Jimmy to have the honor of eating the first piece of boar." 

Jimmy looked confused. "How? Didn't they just kill it? Do I have to eat it raw?" 

Trixie laughed heartily and said, "No dummy. One of Kristos' cousins owns a pet chimera." 

Delilah could feel her Master upset by Trixie calling him dummy, but could feel his slight excitement at seeing the mythical, fire-breathing, goat-lion creature with a snake for a tail.  

"Master. That is quite the honor. I think you should go do it. The Kazan's might be offended if you don't." 

He swallowed before slowly nodding. She knew he desperate to make sure these people liked him after last week.  

"Would you like to come?" He asked gently with a small smile. 

Knowing that he might make a scene to ensure Delilah had a piece as well, she declined. "If it pleases you Master, I'd like to collect grapes to make our own wine. Since we will be living forever, it might be fun to have a bottle that ages with us." 

His initial disappointment turned to amusment. "That could be fun. You may stay here then. Maybe get plenty to make a few bottles." 

"I'll keep her company." Trixie offered. "I don't do meat." 

Delilah's Master nodded. "I remember. Thanks Trixie. You two have fun I guess. I love you Delilah."  

He gently kissed her and started to leave when Delilah responded, "Love you too Master." 

He turned and smiled lovingly to her before walking back to the party. 

Though he wasn't really going that far, and she knew exactly where he was, Delilah already missed his presence. 

Trixie took off her helmet and set it on a post before helping collect grapes. "Are you okay? You can still talk freely to me right?" 

"Yes. He always let's me talk with you." Delilah sighed. "My Master doesn't like that people are treating my like a servant." 

"Ah. He's still not used to being in command of you." 

"Nope. He doesn't really know his place and I don't  know what to do to help him. He's so... innocent. He is embarrassed by the bold exposure of people at these parties and is uncomfortable being the center of attention." 

"Do you want him to be? Would you rather him parade you around and make you serve him in every capacity? I thought you liked his innocence." 

"I do, it's just... confusing. I want him to do more and be open to more, but he's scared and not used to this. He quit his job earlier this week and the past two days he doesn't know what to do with himself or with me. I took away some of his ambitions. I changed his whole outlook on the world. I want to make him happy, but I fear I pushed him too hard too fast." 

After quietly picking for several moments Trixie asked, "You are also talking about sex right?" 

Delilah blushed. "Yes." 

The tall woman chuckled. "Ya he doesn't seem the type to want to dominate you or do anything too erotic with you... He hasn't found out about -" 

"No. Not yet, but it's only a matter of time. I saw it standing there, but he avoids looking at them." 

Trixie nodded. "I heard Arinia tell Andromeda she wanted to make one of Jimmy." 

"He won't go for that. I'm lucky he let me pick that outfit for him." 

They were silent again until Trixie asked, "Isn't he a painter?" 

"Yes. I convinced him to paint a landscape for me, though it won't ever really be mine. He's designing the castle himself but want's to have a friendly dragon watching over it. He was deeply saddened to learn that Dragons are extinct." 

"I'll bet... What if you get him to paint -" 

Delilah knew what Trixie was going to say, but the words were drowned out by a piercing thought sent by her Master.  

He still wasn't getting the hang of sending his thoughts to her, so she knew that this had really shaken him. 

'Delilah! What the fig is this! Why do you have a statue here!?' 

While the demons laughed in her head, Delilah got extremely embarrassed and sent back, 'I'm sorry Master. Arinia wanted me to pose for her.' 

Over the distance, she could sense his embarrassment and arousal at what he had found. 

Trixie was smart enough to figure out they were having a thought conversation and waited until Delilah turned to her to say, "What is it?" 

"He found the naked statue of me." 

Last year, the Kazans picked a few of the sexiest people in the community for their daughter Arinia to carve into stone. Delilah's was unique as it was while she was in a sensually pose as a succubus.  

Trixie burst out laughing. "That's hilarious! Oh I wish I could see is stupid human face." 

When Trixie had finally calmed down, she saw that Delilah was glaring at her. Delilah said firmly, "I really wish you wouldn't call him stupid or dummy." 

"Don't you call him dummy?" 

"Yes, but I don't mean it like you do... You know, he likes you." 

Trixie developed a disgusted look on her face. 

Delilah growled. "Not like that. He kind of would like to be friends with you." 

The disgust lessened, but was still there when she asked, "Why?" 

Delilah knew that Trixie didn't really care for Delilah's Master as he was now the person that commanded Delilah and was the only person Delilah could really be with, while it meant Delilah cared about him more than anything. 

She told the cyclops, "Because you are my friend. He doesn't really want to take me away from our friendship. He thinks we should hang out more and told me he would be happy to send me to lunch with you." 

After Trixie stared at her in thought, Delilah felt Trixie become sorrowful as she asked, "Would you even want to go to lunch with me? I can see how you feel about him. You told me how you never want to leave his side ever again. Won't it hurt you to be away from him." 

Sighing, Delilah admitted, "Yes I would still want to be with him if we go to lunch... but, he still wants me to have friends. And I don't want to lose you... he's willing to let me have friends, and I'm willing to suffer the loss of him for some time to be with you... I still care about you. I still love you... but I love Jimmy more. He cares about me. He doesn't really have to, but he really wants me to be happy. And I am happy with him... can't you be happy for me too?" 

Trixie's large hazel eye stared into Delilah's as the cyclops took a heavy breath. "I'll try. I'm sorry for treating your Master so poorly. He really wants what's best for you." 

The giant woman stepped closer to Delilah and hugged her tightly.  

Which was extremely painful for Delilah. 

Delilah hoped she never had to tell Trixie or her Master that every person that touched her tenderly that wasn't him or wasn't with his permission, burned her skin like the hug did now.  

She pushed through the pain and squeezed her friend before they released eachother. 

"Thank you Trixie... maybe... maybe I could plead with Master to let you come to dinner tomorrow so you two can get to know eachother." 

Trixie frowned then smiled. "Actually, I think I'll invite him instead. He'll probably bring you with him anyway." 

Delilah smiled too. "Thank you. And thanks for the idea for the painting. It might make him more comfortable around me without changing him too much." 

"Of course... that's not a bad idea about the wine by the way. I think I might have to do something like that too -" 

Suddenly Delilah felt her Master was in distress. 

"Master's in trouble." Delilah dropped the basket and took off, flying through the air. She heard Trixie immediately start running through the vineyard behind her. 

'I'm Coming Master!' Delilah sent him, receiving no response from him. 

Knowing exactly where he was, Delilah made a beeline for the Kazan's house. Unable to sense any pain from him, but also sensing his fear and desperation get stronger. 

Finally he did what she had hoped he'd do in the first place and he summoned her. 

But he had done it in an inconvenient way as an orange portal opened directly in front of her and she was flying too fast to slow down as she went from flying through the air over the party, to tackling her Master inside the Kazan's house. 

Twisting in the air, she made sure she landed on the hard marble floors with him safely in her arms and wings on top of her. 

The wind was knocked out of both of them as Delilah heard a girl scream in shock. 

But the unknown woman wasn't the only scream Delilah heard. 

'YOU JUST TACKLED YOUR MASTER!' 

'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?' 

Delilah felt the need to be severely punished for tackling him like she had, but she ignored that and the demons as she felt only concern for her Master. 

"Master, are you hurt?" 

"I don't think so. Sorry -" 

A familiar snide feminine voice said, "Ugh! Why'd you summon your slave?! You ruined everything!" 

Delilah sensed her Master's anger and frustration build as she also noticed that he was no longer wearing his Chiton.  

He was naked on top of her. 

Turning her head, Delilah saw Arinia Kazan's older sister Andromeda standing naked holding his garment while staring at Delilah with pure loathing. 

Then Delilah felt her Master's Embarrassment. 

"Delilah, nothing happened I swear -" 

He was interrupted by several running feet and hoof steps before Trixie, Jarlath the Vampiric guard, Kristos, Cressida, and the ebony skinned witch Mother Maxibeth came running into the room and saw the three of them. 

In ancient Greek, Kristos shouted, "By the mighty Zeus! What is going on here!?" 

Delilah helped her Master to his feet while Andromeda ran to her dad. "He tried -" 

Suddenly she couldn't speak and Kristos turned his anger to Maxibeth who had silenced the girl with a spell. 

"I could sense her lie coming a mile away. I say let Master Blackwood explain himself first. I vouch for his integrity." 

All eyes immediately turned to Delilah's Master, who was too shocked to speak while covering his exposed groin with his hands.  

'May I clothe you Master?' Delilah asked in his head. 

He glanced to her and nodded once so she made a long black tunic appear over him, ensuring she also put him in a pair of comfortable boxers to put him at ease more. 

"Thanks Delilah." He said softly before turning to Kristos. "Your daughter came onto me after your wife invited me to see the house and left me here." 

Kristos' eyes widened in fury as he rounded on his wife. "You tried to set up our daughter with Lord Blackwood?!" 

Cressida glared at Delilah's Master and said, "Yes, of course. He is a suitable husband for her." 

"He already desires to marry Dahiri!" 

"She's his slave! She shouldn't - " 

"SHUT UP!" 

Delilah felt a tiny bit of energy pull from her as her Master's voice boomed magically through the house like a crack of thunder. 

Delilah had never seen him this angry before and was amazed at his unbidden, and awesome use of her power. 

"Delilah is going to be my wife and I don't care what any of you think about that! She is not my slave. She is not my pet. She's my Fiancée! She was all your friend, but you seem to not care about her anymore. She may have bound herself to me, but I still chose to allow her to be her own person as much as possible. She still wants to be friends with you, though I don't really see why right now. You will treat her with the respect you treat me, or we are going to have a serious problem." 

He turned his glare to Delilah, and took a deep breath as he offered her his hand which she was forced to take. "Come my future wife. We're leaving. You don't have to call me Master in front of these people." 

In a small voice, embarrassed at what he had done for her, Delilah said, "Yes Jimmy." 

He walked past Kristos who bowed low and said, "Forgive me Master and Dahiri Blackwood for the shame my family has brought on you this night." 

His words made her Master pause and Delilah felt his anger eb slightly. "Thank you for the apology and the wild boar. It was delicious. Tell your son Markos I still would like to play RuynScápe with him if he still wants to. He has my number." 

"Of course Master Blackwood." 

Delilah's Master was silent as they left the house through the back way and through the crowd of silent or murmuring guests that parted before them. Delilah guessed they had heard his voice and none barred their passage as they made their way in a direction that confused Delilah until she saw what they were heading towards. 

He finally stopped and glared at the white stone statue of Delilah. 

She had been really fond of it and loved how sexy it made her look with her demonic and feminine features carved carefully into the rock by the hand of her friend. 

But now, it embarrassed her as she knew her Master was also embarrassed by it. 

"Do you like this statue Delilah?" 

"Yes M- Jimmy." Delilah said honestly and quietly. 

She felt ashamed of what had happened to him tonight and for tackling him.  

"And you need to be punished?" 

"Yes Jimmy." 

"Good. Kristos gave me this statue, so technically it's mine right?" 

"Yes Jimmy. If he gave it as a gift, it's yours by our customs." 

"Then destroy the statue for your punishment." 

Delilah felt a wave of shock hit her, but could do nothing but obey him as she used magic to make it explode with a loud 'crack' the boomed into the courtyard, startling all the guests. 

Her punishment was fulfilled, and she tried not to feel too hurt by the fact that her Master made her destroy her own beautiful effigy. 

The demons tried to offer her comfort. 'It was for the best.' 

'He wishes to be the only one to worship your body.' 

'Master loves and cares about you. He won't be angry for long.' 

Her Master sighed deeply and finally turned to her with a sad look. "Sorry Delilah... I'm just... let's just go home... Would you like to summon the grapes you collected?" 

Despite feeling slightly hurt and not worthy of his kindness, she nodded. 

"Then summon it and let's go." 

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Delilah's Master set the basket on his huge kitchen island after he insisted on carrying it for her. 

They had been silent the whole way home, but he finally turned to her and commanded, "Please be quiet... for a moment... I need to apologize to you. I'm really sorry for making you break your statue. I didn't really like seeing it at that house and the thought of anyone seeing you like that..." He sighed deeply. "I'm also sorry for ruining another party. I swear nothing happened with Andromeda. She just came on to me so fast, I didn't know how to stop her. I tried calling out for you, but I didn't think it worked until you said something. By the time she tried removing my chiton, I remembered I could summon you. Sorry for making you tackle me. I could sense from the ring how bad that was for you to do that to me. It's my fault you needed to be severely punished... again." 

Delilah could say nothing and couldn't even send her thoughts to him to tell him it wasn't his fault. 

But he didn't say she couldn't touch him, so she slowly went and hugged him, wrapping him in her wings. 

He sighed into her and pulled away enough to look into her eyes. "Let's just, forget the bad stuff that happened tonight and move on. Okay?" 

Delilah nodded and tried to give him a reassuring smile. 

"You can talk now, as long as you don't apologize to me for tackling me. That wasn't your fault." 

"Okay." She gave him a small smile as she still could say, "I'm sorry about the statue. That was a long time ago and I forgot about it until tonight. I should have told you about it." 

With a small smile, he asked, "Do you have any more hot statues I should worry about?" 

They both finally laughed as she said, "No Jimmy. No more." 

After they calmed down, she asked, "So you made plans to play RuynScápe with Kristos' son Markos?" 

Her Master sighed. "I hope so. He was a pretty nice guy - or centaur... But I don't know after the trouble with his sister. That is a really strange family." 

Delilah nodded. "Two human women who are sluts like their mom, with a shy centaur young man who plays video games all day and doesn't really want to be as adventurous as his father." 

Her Master swallowed and asked, "Is it okay if I hang out with him?" 

"Of course. You are my Master and you may be with whomever you want." 

He stared at her lovingly for a moment before he  said, "I really want to be with you. And I definitely don't want Andromeda or Cressida coming anywhere near me." 

Delilah chuckled. "Of course. I'll keep them away from you. Although, you could have had some fun with -" 

"No!" He stated firmly. "I know you say I could do what I want with whomever, but no. You are plenty enough for me." 

Nodding, she fell into his offered kiss, her tongue wrapping around his. 

As she pulled away, she remembered Trixie's idea of how to make him more comfortable with her. "Jimmy? I was hoping you could do my something." 

"Anything." He smiled kindly at her. 

She knew he was happy she was asking him to do something when he felt like he owed her for the statue. 

But he owed her nothing, and she felt guilty for even thinking about suggesting this under the circumstances. 

'Just ask. You know he'll say yes to you.' 

'You need to replace what was lost.' 

'It will draw you closer together.' 

Her Master held her hands to his chest. "Please tell me what you want." 

"Could you paint me?... paint me nude. I think it would help you become more comfortable with my body. No one else will ever see it unless you wish it..." 

She didn't really know what to say to convince him, but to her surprise he smiled and said, "If that's what you want, I'd love to... would you like me to start tonight?" 

Delilah smiled to her Master and asked, "Yes please." 

He nodded and asked, "Can we do it upstairs? I like the backdrop of our bedroom." 

Smiling Delilah nodded and gently kissed his cheek. 

After they made their way upstairs, he had Delilah remove her clothes and lay on the couch. "Would you like me to remove yours as well Master?" 

He was prepping everything he needed to sketch and paint on a chair facing her, when he stopped and admitted, "I don't mind this one so much as the other one. Especially with the underwear." 

Delilah chuckled and posed for him, laying nude on her couch with a sensual smile. "I'm ready for you Master." 

He swallowed as he looked at her. "You look so Beautiful." 

"Thank you. I wish I knew how to paint or sculpt because I'd love to do you as well." 

He froze for a moment, about to draw the first line. Then he got a wide smile. "But you wouldn't be able to do this. 'I command you to be still'." 

Delilah felt a familiar warmth on her back and knew he had just cast a crest on her. 

Excited to finally have a second crest, she sent her thoughts to him. 'Thank you Master.' 

"Of course Delilah." Smiling contentedly, he began to draw her. 

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"Dear Reader, 

 

I hope you enjoyed this shorter story. I normally take several weeks to write and self-edit all the parts as a whole, but this one came to me through someone's comments, and made me decide to write it. I challenged myself to do it in four days so it could be released on the day after a Friday, kind of like a report to how things went. It might be hard for me to do anything like this again. 

And I also decided to write this like a costume party for Halloween this month.  

Being that it is Halloween, this month might have a few more surprises from me the closer we get to the 31st. 

 

Remember to please Star the story or Comment below if you would like more of these kinds of party short stories. I promise not all of them will end up in Jimmy and Delilah being forced to leave early. As the plan is to eventually make this story jump around as I have all of Jimmy's and Delilah's lifetimes to play around with, who knows when or what the next party could bring. 

Seriously, who knows because I sure don't. I have some ideas, but would like more if you want more of these. Though I may not use your idea directly, I could develop it into something of my own and make sure you get the credit. 

Until part 4, have a Spooky October. 

-XAREK"