The Red Wing Mansion

The Pearl Wing Mansion : Chapter Twenty-Two

Alix's POV

When Claudius told me to complete the act with Dagger, I knew then Dagger could see that Fontaine wasn't really a selfish bastard at his core. Because he wasn't fucking up Pearly's plan, he was contributing to the end goal and my ascension to Turning Witch.

I'll admit I didn't expect to find a strong familiarity when shutting my eyes, I could have been 69-ing with Claudius. Dagger had the same technique, the same greedy tongue, even the smell of his heavy balls pressing to my nose as I swallowed his dick.

I also knew Claudius didn't seem to mind sharing my mouth, he had done so with Rudolph twice now. I didn't expect Dagger to be added to the list, but Claudius also trusted me.

And I trusted me, too. Logically speaking, the incubus inside Dagger was Equiaux, Bayux's brother. They couldn't both have me, they'd fight, so I was drained until my core was cooling, but I was nowhere near death. So, I'd say, the incubus brothers respected the other's claim.

A strange dynamic, but now Dagger was full enough of the experience to know how to handle it with his own wife. They'd be okay, and Pearly could negotiate with Equiaux over the Pearl-Wing. If she could make the trade sound worthy, then she could have a healthy relationship with her personal incubus demon too. As healthy as you could get with a demon from hell.

Claudius now pulls my latex dress back on for me – I had worn no bra and no panties. He snaps it back into place under my arms, pressing out the creases as his hands travel over my stomach and hips, his thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. He just appreciates me without any words for a long minute... I can see my Dominant's stormy eyes are deeply concerned.

"Who's idea was it?" Fontaine asks me under his breath, "For you to be Turning Witch?"

"Pearly suggested it but didn't really give me a choice. I couldn't even refuse, she's a little sacry when she gets going," I smile and whisper, "We have to join the party now–"

"I'm waiting for her –" Fontaine speaks cooly.

Dagger has already rejoined them, and right now we're interrupted by a piercing, spine shattering scream of pain. Aelia. I wince, while Claudius just stays still, unaffected.

"You were waiting for that scream?" I finish for him, "You didn't even flinch... she was your first love..."

Fontaine smiles, and ignores that topic to say this instead, "Brat. Time to see what guts you have. Finish the ritual and you'll be my equal in power," he reaches into his back pocket and then he passes me a simple kitchen knife. I hold the handle of the blade, and we hear Aelia screaming some more.

Fontaine leads me back out to the meeting, and my... it's a sight to behold.

Aelia is on the kitchen floor, collapsed back against the oven, her arms and legs twisted and broken.

Cece is sitting on an arm rest with a girlfriend on her lap, possibly a mortal, from the way she's sobbing into Cece's neck with fear.

Tiffany is laughing at the drama, Rudolph is looking stoney faced with an arm around his wife's shoulders.

The other members keep to themselves as Claudius strolls out and takes control of the situation.

Pearly is standing back with the doll, Isela and Dagger backing Pearly, all on the other side of the counter.

"Aelia will no longer control this territory as Turning Witch. Alexandra will replace her–" Fontaine begins.

"No. Help me, Fontaine," Aelia begs, crying out, "I'm not meant to die yet – you know, you know how much knowledge I have! How long it's taken me to acquire it," she uses her best baby voice, spluttering when I step in front of him, holding the knife in my hand. Now she smiles, "...at least your dear Pamela served a greater purpose... Spellman is surging with lust and life... his aura is stable now, thanks to my guidance, your sister-in-law gets her happy ending. I helped you, Alix. Besides. Why would you want to be me? You don't want this, dear... you don't want to be a Turning Witch."