It is that night. The night that I will enjoy all three of my gorgeous creatures: Dracono, a deliciously strong incubus, former minotaur king; Dark, a sweet excellent fuck incubus, and lastly my new enormous beast friend and lover Manure.
I put on sexy lace white lingerie, lay on the bed with a glass of white wine in my hand, and wait for them to enter my bedroom.
Dark comes in first, wearing just a pair of black, tight boxers followed by his father Dracono who is wearing a brown robe with nothing underneath; at the end, Manure enters slowly, walking proudly, and sits right next to my bed.
I take a long sip of my glass and measure them with my look, thinking about how wonderful my life is.
I have power, beauty, and a perfect sex life, do I need love as well? I think to myself.
It is like I already forgot about how I felt when I was in love…
How can I miss something I don't even recall feeling?
