As soon as the Overlord came through the portal, Gnarl scurried to his side, looking a bit harried.

"The Mistresses have asked to see you, Sire," the wizened creature told him. "Over and over again, actually. All three of them." He winced. "Quite shrilly."

"What is it now?" he asked, annoyed. "Another fight?"

"I'm not sure, my Lord," Gnarl said slowly. "They were very insistent. I think you'd better go deal with it straightaway, whatever it is. They seemed rather impatient."

"Ugh." He pulled off his helmet and tossed it to Giblet. "Gods below, you'd think they could manage to get along for a few bloody days without me."

He stomped up the stairs to the private quarters, irritated. He had an Empire to conquer, he thought. He didn't have time for bickering about home décor, or menus, or whatever else it was they were on a tear about this time.

They weren't waiting for him in the main room, and he couldn't hear them arguing, either, which was a relief. He frowned, looking around. Maybe they'd managed to sort it out themselves, although that sounded much too lucky to be likely. At last he shrugged, grateful for the reprieve, and pushed through the curtain into his chambers.

He stopped short. All three of the Mistresses were on the bed together, all in various stages of undress, all staring at him like cats who'd got the cream. He swallowed hard, and he almost turned on his heel and ran.

"Welcome back, witch boy," Kelda said, a wicked smile playing over her lips. "We've had a little talk, the three of us."

"Uh..." He looked between the three of them. "About what?"

"You've really gone to such great lengths for us." Juno was wearing the spider stone, gold gleaming from between her bare breasts. "And so we'd like to do something for you."

"I-"

"We think we can get along for the next, oh, thirty minutes or so," she said.

Kelda laughed, covered her mouth abruptly. Fay smiled. Juno glanced at them.

"The next hour, maybe?" she ventured. "If you come and keep us company."

The curtain fell closed behind him.

"Um- what sort of 'something'?"

The Mistresses glanced at each other, smiling.

"Let's get all this armor out of the way," Kelda purred.

Her fingers worked at the straps, deft. Fay joined her, kneeling beside him, undoing his greaves. He took off his gauntlets, looking between the three of them, gold eyes wide. Fay hid another smile.

In short order, they had him stripped. He looked between the three of them.

"Oh," he said. "That sort of something."

Fay had him in her mouth, and Juno was doing something between his legs that felt a bit like witch craft. Kelda kissed the side of his neck, amused.

"Oh," she repeated. "Now he gets it."

She worked her way lower, her mouth warm against him, her tongue tracing the patterns wild magic had left on his skin. Her mouth moved lower, and she joined the Imperial woman, her sea-green eyes gazing up at him, full of wicked amusement.

"Gods below!"

Fay pulled back, giving him a sly smile. He reached for her, growling, but the three of them pushed him back against the bed. They glanced at each other, smiling, and then they joined him. Juno pulled herself onto his lap,straddling his hips, took him into her with a low moan, tossing her hair back.

"Hey!" Kelda snapped, sounding indignant.

"Come here," he said, voice rough.

He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her sex down against his mouth. She gasped, feeling his tongue enter her.

"Oh," she gasped. "Oh, alright, then."

To her surprise, Fay ran a chilly hand over the curve of her cheek, caressing her, her pale eyes hungry.

"You're lovely," the elf said, "For a savage."

"You're not half-bad for an elf."

"Only 'not half-bad'?" Fay smirked. Kelda found that she was flushing. "Let's see if I can do better than that, why don't we."

She kissed her, pressing her body up against hers. Her mouth was warm, and tasted like summer. Kelda was surprised to feel herself moan as the elf woman's cool hands ran over her skin, exploring her scars. She'd never kissed another woman before, she thought, much less an elf, of all people. She was surprised to find she quite liked it. She returned the kiss with surprising intensity, cupping the other woman's face in her hands, stroking her fiery hair. Fay opened her pale eyes fractionally and licked her lips like a cat, gave her a lazy smile.

"Still 'not half bad'?" she asked.

The witch boy was doing something much too distracting for her to reply. Kelda gasped, wriggled her hips, her mind going blank. Fay gave her a speculative look.

"Let's try this, then," she said.

"What are you-"

Fay was kissed her inner thighs, working her way up to where her legs joined. Her tongue flickered out tentatively to lick her clit, and Kelda gasped, straightening, found her hands tangled in the elf woman's hair.

"Oh, yes," she said. "Yes, not half bad at all, fairy."

"Tch." Juno paused, watching them. "She might not be bad, but I'm much better."

The girls at the brothel had taught her a few things about women, as well as men. She'd spent a more than a few drunken, giggling nights experimenting...though she'd never been with an elf woman.

Fay glanced back at her and smiled, chilly.

"Prove it."

Juno hesitated, and then she smirked. She ran her hands teasingly over the elf woman's hips, trailing her painted nails over the pale skin. Fay was smaller than the human women she'd been with before, more delicately built, but she wasn't that different, all things considered.

She stroked between the other woman's legs. The elf was all soft skin and downy red hair, flushed and hot and wet. She heard Fay make a small, startled noise, and smirked again- she hadn't really expected her to take her up on the challenge, it seemed.

Not so different at all, she thought, amused, feeling Fay responding to her touch.

Fay gasped, feeling the human woman's fingers enter her, working with the ease of long practice. Kelda made an irritated sound, pushing her head back down.

"Hey, don't stop!" she snapped.

Fay was surprised to find herself panting, found herself growing wetter, felt her cheeks flushing. Juno pulled her fingers away, and she made a little noise of protest- and then she felt the other woman's warm mouth on her cunt, her tongue probing. Fay stopped again, startled, and Kelda forced her down again with a little growl. Fay heard herself moan, felt Kelda chuckle.

"You like this, don't you?" the human girl said, amused, fingers tangled in her hair, pulling it free of its careful pins. "You like being used, and by a 'peasant', no less!"

She couldn't deny it- the lust it woke in her ashamed her, which only made her want it more. The girl was making savage-sounding noises of pleasure, pushing herself against Fay's tongue, shuddering.

The Overlord's fingers were digging into Kelda's thighs, pulling her down against his mouth. His tongue was teasing at her cunt, lapping against her, almost enough to push her over. Fay's mouth was warm, her tongue nimble. The thought of a Queen servicing her set her skin ablaze. Her clit was a hot, bright point, her world narrowing to nothing but the pleasure of their mouths on her body, skin to skin.

The witch-boy reached up and caught her breasts in each hand, twisted her nipples, and she felt herself come, her back arching.

"Oh, oh gods! Fuck!"

She toppled off his face and flopped back against the headboard, going limp. He cracked his jaw and grinned at her.

"You liked that, then?" he asked her.

She mumbled something incoherent in response, burying her face in a pillow. He grinned, reaching for her, wanting to tease her, but Fay was there instead, her mouth warm, her tongue hungry. She pulled away from Juno, wanting him. She could taste the girl on his lips, the faintly acrid human tang of her. Her tongue sought his, and his hands moved over her body, toying with her.

Juno ground herself against his cock, cupping her breasts. She saw his bright gold gaze flick towards her, and smiled. She straightened and moaned, putting on a show. His hands cupped her ass, forcing her further onto him, and she gasped aloud, all pretense forgotten, as he drove into her, more savagely than he ever had before. She leaned back, letting him fill her, felt herself rise and crest on a wave of pleasure as she came, grinding herself against him.

She pulled away with a low, satisfied moan. Fay took her place, giving him an unreadable smile as she mounted him.

"This time, Dark One, I seem to have the upper hand," she purred.

"Oh?" he asked her, smirking.

She felt bands of power settle over her wrists, crackling with magic, yanking them behind her back. She took a sharp breath, her breasts taut. His magic pulled her arms back, hard enough to hurt, and her breath came faster, her heart racing. He smiled at her, his hard-angled face cruel as his broad hands settled on her hips, pushing her down against him.

"My conquered Queen," she heard him say, voice cold and callous and full of wicked amusement. "My pretty little spoils of war."

Fay gasped, feeling her sex responding to his words, to the cruelty in his voice, caught inexorably in his grasp. She could feel the eyes of the other Mistresses on her, felt her skin prickle, felt her cheeks flushing beneath their inquisitive gaze. She was his, she thought, with a helpless lust, met his eyes and knew that he knew, too.

The elf woman and the Overlord were having a moment. Juno raised her head, watching them, her eyes narrowed. That would never do.

She rolled over, trailing her nails over his chest, felt his gaze shift to her. She smiled at him, coy, toying with the spider stone between her breasts.

"It's perfect, by the way," she murmured, leaned down to kiss him, dark hair falling like a curtain. "I love it."

He smiled.

"I thought you- mphhh!"

She'd moved before he could think, her legs around his neck, her sex against his mouth, wet and welcoming. Juno practically purred, rubbing herself against him, felt his hands settle on her hips as his tongue sought her, eager.

"Hey." Kelda propped herself up on her elbows, eyes narrowed. "You've already had your fun, Imperial. Let the rest of us have a turn."

"Oh, come off it, you scruffy little bitch," Juno said, glancing over her shoulder, sounding amused. "I taught him how to do this, after all,"

"Hey, but I was the one who deflowered 'im, wasn't I?" Kelda snapped, indignant, moved to straddle him. "I want another go, you cunt!"

He swatted her ass, hard enough to sting, lifted Juno bodily. Kelda yelped, and Juno made an indignant noise.

"Behave," he growled.

Kelda made a face at him, but relented, giving Juno a speculative look.

"Oh, fine. I suppose we agreed on this, after all. Even if you are a greedy slut."

"Hmmm." Juno raised a perfectly-groomed eyebrow, pushed her curls back. "You're right, for once. And the fairy's right, too, peasant. As much as I hate to admit it, you're sort of pretty, in a scrubby, messy way."

"If you didn't wear so much makeup, maybe I could say the same for you."

Another swat. Kelda grinned, catching his wrist.

"We're bonding here, witch boy. Fuck off."

"Is that what we're doing?" Juno asked her, turning, moved towards her.

"We could do other things, if you like," Kelda said, her voice going rough.

Juno's lips were soft, and she was a very good kisser. Kelda supposed she shouldn't have been surprised. The Imperial woman's manicured hands rose to cup her breasts, playing with her nipples, and Kelda gasped, pressing closer.

"Gods above," Juno said. "Did your tits get bigger?"

Kelda glared at her, pulling away, blushing furiously. She'd gained a bit of weight in the past few months- she wasn't used to eating so well- but she'd thought she'd been the only one to notice.

"You're finally starting to look like a proper woman."

"If you mean like a bloody Imperial, that is!"

"Oh hush. I'm giving you a compliment." Juno kissed her again, stifling her protest. "And you know how rare that is, coming from me, after all."

Kelda felt slim arms twine around her waist and squeaked, startled. Fay kissed her neck.

"She's right, you know," she said. "You're awfully cute, little snow rat, especially when you're blushing like that."

"Snow rat?"

"Snow mouse, then," Fay amended.

"Hey, that's not much better!"

Fay just smiled at her, pale eyes flashing, and kissed her, her slender fingers slipping up into her. The girl gasped, panting, arms around Juno's neck. The Imperial woman was rubbing herself against Kelda's thigh like a cat, cheeks flushed, dark nipples taut. Kelda bent her head and took one into her mouth, biting just hard enough to make the other woman gasp, teasing with her tongue.

They were ignoring him, now, and that was more than a little annoying. The Overlord growled, low in his throat, and sat up. The three of them turned, their eyes amused, and he realized with a start that it had been deliberate, suddenly felt very young indeed.

"Come here," he snapped, covering his embarrassment, grabbed Kelda by the waist and dragged her to him.

She made a pleased-sounding noise, on her hands and knees, as he pushed her down against the bed and thrust into her. Juno was behind him, her breasts pressed against his back, her hand between their legs. Fay watched them, cheeks flushed, her aura flickering over her limbs like an aurora.

She was so hot, so wet, her body yielding to him, each thrust tearing a sharp gasp from her lips. Her back was bruised, covered in scratch marks. He forced her down against the bed, bit her shoulder, hard enough to make her whimper. She turned her head, her mouth seeking his.

"I love you," she whispered desperately, her body shuddering beneath him.

He felt himself unraveling for an instant as he came, felt her body beneath him, felt Juno behind him, felt Fay's cool hands against his skin. Something flowed into him, then, a wild strength, a feral hope. He collapsed onto his hands and knees, panting. Kelda pulled free, twisted to kiss him, her mouth gentle.

Witch boy, he felt her say, felt her reach up, stroking wild hair back from his face as he held himself above her, panting. She met his eyes and smiled, pulled him down to her breast and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close with her furious love.

They lay in a tangle of limbs, panting, candlelight playing over their bodies. After a long moment, he stirred, turned and gave Juno a speculative, hungry look. She met his gold gaze, stretching.

"What?" she purred. "Again?"

Fay looked up, smiling.

"Now I'm certain, my Lord. You can't be human, or elvish. You're some kind of demon, clearly."

"You've only just figured that out?" Kelda asked her, her eyes sparkling.

Fay glanced at her, at Juno, then smiled up at him, her pale eyes dancing.

"Well then," she crooned, her hands already working. "Let's see if the three of us can't bring the demon lord of Nordberg to his knees."