Darcy jumps off my lap, grabbing my hand. “Matsumoto-san, this is my mate, Elijah Penn. He’s moving in today. The baby flink decided to bond with him, so don’t be surprised by random visits, and see about stocking the kitchen with foodstuffs compatible with flink diets. Elijah loves curry.”
Matsumoto-san answers with a bow. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Penn. I am Kaito Matsumoto, Mr. Hellspinner’s butler. Please let me know if there is anything you need. I do the shopping, take care of the house, and manage the staff. We will sit down soon to talk about your specific needs.”
“Thank you,” I tell him, petting the baby.
Darcy pulls me towards the stairs. “I assume you want a tour of the bedroom?”
I laugh, because that thought hadn’t crossed my mind, but if that’s going to help cool him down, I’m all for it. “Sure.”
Darcy chirps as he starts up the steps, the baby chirps in response, and then they teleport out.
“I wonder if there’s a way to make that less deafening,” I wonder as my ears ring.
Darcy pauses for half a second before continuing up the stairs. “I could probably create a spell for it.”
“I think my ears would appreciate that.”
Darcy shoots me a smile over his shoulder. “I’ll look into it when my magic recovers.”
I wonder how long that will take? He doesn’t seem worried about it, so probably not long. “Cool.”
30
Darcy’s ten cent tour takes me directly to his bedroom, where he strips out of his clothes, tossing them into the hamper. The room is clean and tidy, but it’s clear that he’s not the reason for that when he takes all his jewelry off and dumps it on the mahogany dresser. His utility belt follows along with his knife. It’s an athame, I know that’s what it’s called—it's jeweled with a decorative handle and he might use it for cutting himself, but that thing is old and ceremonial.
As soon as he’s naked, and I mean bare of everything he usually wears, he turns to me, stopping short because I’m still fully dressed. “Why the fuck aren’t you naked, Peach? I need that ass.”
I giggle at his affront as I take off my shirt. “I was enjoying the show.”
He snorts, tugging at his enormous cock, encouraging it to fill. Flaccid it’s impressive, but when he’s turned on and raring to go, it is a thing of beauty. Just the thought of it has me clenching in anticipation with an emphatic shout ofwant-desire-lustcoming from the place in me that he opened up last time. Holy hell, we could get eggprant if we don’t start using condoms.
“Are we trying for a baby?” I ask curiously, pausing in my undressing.
Darcy makes a frustrated noise, stalking over to me and tugging at my pants. “If we never use condoms and we live together for a thousand years, it is one hundred percent likely we will have a child together, but the universal forces have only allowed Avatars to start families after they’ve finished their stints as Avatars, so it is improbable that we’ll be starting a family any time before the balance of the universe is fixed, and imma be real honest, Peach, even with the plan in motion, it’s gonna take a hundred years.”
“Oh, well, I guess we won’t worry about it then,” I say, stepping out of my pants with my leg and watching Darcy pull the cuff over the ankle of the prosthetic. “I’m going to need to charge that leg soon.”
Darcy looks up from his place on his knees, pulling my pants off. “We’ll get all your stuff over here today. You can charge it tonight.”
“Sounds good.”
Darcy rises to his feet, pulling me down so that I’m nose to nose with him. “And Peach, I gave my Kroner to Santanos because it was better than Lilith having it, but I’m going to find a way to make you immortal too. There are so few immortals because it’s hard to make them, but the number of ways to do it is surprisingly large. The Kroner is the easiest way because people who are born immortal are born with a Kroner in their hand. All it takes is the activation of that magic to make someone an immortal, but there are so many other ways. I’m going to find one, and I’m going to make you immortal. You can consider today the beginning of your immortal life.”
I chew on that for a minute. “I think I’d prefer to be older before I stop aging. Like, I think my Dad’s prime was about forty. I think I’d like to be about forty before I stop aging.”
Darcy’s brows nearly reach his hairline. “I look like I’m mid-twenties. I’ve looked this way since I was incarnated. You really want to look fifteen years older than me?”
“To be fair, Asian people tend not to look the same age when compared to Caucasian people, even if they’re born on the same date. I know this Thai woman who was thirty eight when she married one of my college friends who was only twenty four at the time. He looked older than her by at least five years.”
He narrows his gaze at me, grabbing my chubby in hand. “It only looks that way to inexperienced humans. The rest of us can tell the age gap a mile away.”
I’m not sure I believe him, but suddenly I don’t care that much. “Alright.”
Darcy growls in approval, pulling me toward the low bed. “I’m gon’ fuck ya right, Peach. Y’ready for that?” he questions, stroking my cock with a rough touch.
Ng.That’s good.
I shiver with pleasure, nodding. “Yeah. Love it when you fuck me. You want me on my knees?”
