I clutched the sheets and blankets of my Mahogany four-post bed. Beads of sweat cascaded across my bare body as the enslaved, will-less male laid next to me. Motionless, awaiting another command from their mistress. I took a long, relaxed sigh.

"Be gone." I commanded. The slave stood and had gotten dressed, and left my chambers. I rested my head against the soft pillow. The bed truly was a masterpiece, crafted for none other than the daughter of a Succubus, and an Incubus. The room was about as large as the den of an Old-Victorian home.

I had many slaves, resulting from my irresistible charm, and spells. I was seventeen. Well, at least in human years. It was not until three years ago I had recognized what I could do with the powers I had possessed. I slipped off my bed put on my bathrobe. It was soft. Everything I owned was of the highest caliber. I was utterly, the happiest a Succubus could be. I swung open the large, wooden double doors to my bedroom, and continued out.

I walked down the long hallway, the feel of the cold marble flooring tingling the soles of my feet. The light 'Tap-Tap-Tap' of skin on the floor sounded out calmly. I turned right, down another hallway. I looked upon the wall to see several decorations. Suits of armor, heraldic shields, portraits of my ancestry, and my family's crest, which was a crescent moon, with a pentagram within the curves. After finishing my little sight-seeing of the boring trinkets I see throughout my day. I came across a large set of doors that led into the kitchen, where my personal chef, another victim to my charm, was more than likely preparing lunch.

The kitchen was calm, as the chefs, and other workers prepared us lunch. They cooked for My father, mother, my eldest brother, Me, and my younger brother. My eating habits are different than the rest of my family, so my father approved of me hiring a chef for myself.

I called out to him. "Victor?" He poked his head out from behind a large conveyor oven.

He smiled cheerfully. "Good Afternoon, Miss Ariel. What can I do for you?" He asked. "I would like some of your special curry with steamed rice for lunch today, hmm?"

He nodded instantly, but I could see the slight confusing in his hazy eyes. Apparently it is uncommon for him to make such a simple meal. He did not have a choice though. he had to obey me. "Of course, will that be all?"

"Yes." I affirmed. And with that, I walked out of the kitchen.

Victor called out before I was out of earshot. "Your father ordered me to tell you. He wants to speak with you at supper."

Assuming I had heard him, which I did, he went back to cooking.

I walked back to my own bedroom, where my servant, Jasper, awaited me. 'Good afternoon, Miss Ariel.' He would say... I looked as he had set aside an outfit for me.

"Good Afternoon, Miss Ariel." Jasper greeted.

Called it.

"I have an outfit set aside for you." He pointed to a nicely presented maroon dress with black trimming. He then glanced over at the bed where the wrinkles, and sweat stains reveal that two bodies had laid there. I had blushed a little. "I'll have someone get them changed." I took off my bathrobe and and set it on the bed. I then walked to the bathroom, which I had in my room as well.

Jasper sighed lightly. "Miss Ariel, I would appreciate it if you would not disrobe in front of me."

I giggled childishly. "Jasper, you've been taking care of me for years now, shouldn't you be used to it by now?" I really didn't mind being naked in front of jasper, I've been in bed with many other men, most whom have been under my charm or spell, what's so different about another just seeing me like this?

"Yes, when you were but an infant. You are a young woman now, and I think it be wise you have the securities of one." He replied sternly. Aside from my mother, father, and brothers. Jasper, a long time friend of my fathers, was the only one the stayed here to take care of me of his own free will. In favor of something my father had done for him.

I never really cared to question why though.

I entered the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. Perfect D-Size breasts, not a blemish on them. Beautiful, sky blue eyes. Long blonde hair. Long, slender legs. Hourglass figure. "Tch." I scoffed. Who wouldn't want this? I then placed a hand atop my chest. "Or these?" I said aloud with a chuckle. I tossed my hair behind my shoulder, and entered my shower.

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I leaned my head back as the warm water slid around me like a ball, dropped in a pool. I always loved showers. It was quiet, peaceful, and warm. I usually spent a good fifteen to twenty minutes in there. I remember once, I enjoyed it so much, I actually fell asleep! By then my fingers and toes were pruned, so i had the engineers design an auto-off for the shower head. What? I'm rich, so why not?

I stepped out of my shower and wrapped a towel around my body, and another towel upon my head. After shaking the excess water from my hair, I grabbed the hair-dryer and dried my hair, then brushed it straight.

After staring into the mirror for a few moments, I exited the bathroom and walked towards my bed. My feet, which before was a gentle tap, was now a wet smack.

After a couple more steps, my wet foot has slid on the marble, causing me to fall forward, the sudden movement lifted the back of the towel into the air, exposing my bottom to the cold air. I shivered and stood back up.

"Damned air conditioning." I joked and stuck my middle finger to the machine that hung from my window.

I proceeded to get dressed in the outfit jasper had left for me, and headed toward the dining hall for lunch.

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My brothers we're already at the table, eating whatever the chef had made them. From the looks of it was some sort of chicken. My plate of curry and rice sat at the table with a glass of ice, and a can with a pull tab on the top. The can was blue, and labeled 'Pepsi'.

Apparently 'Pepsi' was a popular thing with humans.

I sat at my seat, which was next to my older brother, and across from my younger brother.

"Hey Airy" (AIR-EE) My brother greeted using the nickname he had given me as a child. I punched him in the shoulder and smirked. "Dammit Marcus, I'm seventeen now, can't you give that name a break?"

He simply pursed his lips. "Nope." We both laughed as I sat down.

My younger brother, Zachary, stood up with a 'I'm-gonna-tell-on-you' face. "Mommy says you shouldn't cuss!" He objected loudly.

He giggled and flicked him on the forehead. "Mom's not here!" I said, then opened my eyes wide with mock terror.

He pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. "Meanie."

I clicked my tongue and shook my head. "Oh shut up and eat your...chicken?" I questioned.

Discovering the opportunity to show he knew something I didn't, and smiled and stabbed a piece with his fork. "The chef said it was white meat with a red wife glaze!" He exclaimed.

I tilted my head curiously.

"Red WINE glaze." Marcus corrected. He also, Just like i did, reached over and flicked Zach's forehead. "Dummy."

He frowned and placed his hands on his pink forehead. His short blonde hair bristled. "You guys are gonna' black 'n' blue my head!" He cried.

Me and Marcus laughed as I put a spoonful of curry and rice in my mouth. For a simple dish, it tasted heavenly.

I glanced away at the surroundings of the room. Still bland. Just like earlier.

I continued to eat away at my plate. This. Is. The life. I thought with a smile.

As if on cue, Jasper entered the room and bowed courteously. "Miss Ariel? Your homeschooler has arrived.

I instantly frowned and sighed.

Except schooling, that sucked.