Chapter 154: Discharged [+18]
After his brief meeting with Councilman Delaney, Damian was finally free to focus on recovery. He rested all through Thursday, and by Friday morning, Corbin and Linda had returned again to "cross-check" his testimony. But of course that was just an excuse to test him again. This time, Damian did not even wait for them to ask. The moment they came in, they noticed the ring by the bedside stand while he sat and waited quietly. The discussion was brief as he maintained his previous testimony. By the end of the interview, he watched Corbin let out a defeated sigh.
The priest personally approached Damian and apologized for the inconvenience he had caused so far before leaving. While he did not specify the inconvenience he meant, any normal person would assume it had to do with the interrogation, but Damian knew that was Corbin’s way of apologizing for wrongfully suspecting him.
Strangely, this further improved his opinion of the priest. While the man was a scumbag, he was a scumbag to demons alone. This was acceptable, since Damian did not really like demons either. So he could understand Corbin’s prejudice in regards to him.
Just knowing he was human to humans despite having the power to stand his ground against someone as powerful as Duke Haborym changed Damian’s perspective and got him thinking deeply.
He also possessed such a level of power, yet he could not see himself doing the same, unless he was romantically involved with the person. Clearly Corbin was a better man than him. And that was why he could not hate him.
In fact, when he leaves for the underworld, he would be more at peace if Corbin remained to keep Chicago safe.
The rest of his stay at the hospital was peaceful, and he eventually got discharged that Friday evening.
Damian sat in the passenger seat while Hazel drove. Ruby and Racheal sat behind, all three singing along to Kyler Swift, one of the most famous new generation female musicians in this new age and time. He did not think his one thousand plus year old wives would find this person interesting.
He expected they would be into old things just like old people.
Regardless, Damian took the time to reflect on everything that had happened in the past few days. His little fight with his wives led him to do something stupid which cost him four fragments of his soul, but also came with opportunities that could further push his career.
But most importantly, their fight changed his outlook on life in general. This hatred for demons was new, and even with his wives being demons he doubted it would change any time soon.
Unlike before, he did not feel so reliant on them, and that created some sort of distance in his mind, but in a healthy way. He was meant to be their husband and not the other way around.
Finally, he felt in control. Now their words did not carry as much weight as they did before, he felt he could finally live life on his terms. While he could literally see the panic in the eyes of his wives, he was sure they would adjust eventually.
This was bound to take time. But he was also bound to be a God. He had eternity ahead of him. That was all the time he and his girls needed to work through their differences.
The ride home was peaceful. However, as soon as they got home, he felt predatory gazes lock on him. Damian ignored it and went straight for his room. However, the moment he set his things down on one side of the bed, he heard the sound of his door slam shut.
As soon as he turned around, it was Hazel, Ruby and Racheal standing naked before him. Their naked bodies glowed under the soft lamp light. Ruby’s full breasts swayed left and right, her nipples already hard peaks. Damian stood by the bed in his sweatpants and shirt, his eyes widening at the sight of the three women.
"We have waited too long... I’m sorry." Hazel said with a red face.
"We can’t hold it in any longer." Ruby backed her up.
"Please?" Racheal begged.
Damian could only smile. Even he felt empty, drained and incredibly horny. And even if he was not, how could he say no to his wives all because of a silly argument?
He opened his hands, and with a smile on his face he told them.
"If you want this cock you will have to work for it." He grinned.
Without hesitation, they moved. Hazel reached him first, her hands pressing against his chest. She shoved him backward onto the mattress, the springs creaking under his weight.
He landed on his back, staring up as the trio surrounded him. Ruby and Racheal knelt on either side, their fingers tugging at his shirt. They yanked it up and over his head, exposing his broad chest and hardening nipples. Hazel grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down along with his boxers in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, thick and semi-erect, veins pulsing along its length.
The women wasted no time. Ruby leaned in first, her tongue flicking out to lap at the underside of his shaft from base to tip. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking lightly while her hand stroked the middle.
Hazel joined from the other side, her mouth engulfing one of his balls, sucking it into her warm cavity and rolling it with her tongue. Racheal positioned herself at the top, her fingers tracing circles around the sensitive skin just below the ridge, then dipping lower to massage his perineum. Damian groaned, his cock twitching and filling out fully under their assault, pre-cum beading at the slit.
Ruby’s mouth slid down further, taking half his length into her throat with a wet slurp, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed. Hazel switched balls, sucking the other one hard while her free hand pumped the base of his cock in rhythm with Ruby’s movements.
Racheal added her tongue, licking broad strokes along the top of his shaft whenever Ruby pulled back, her saliva mixing with Ruby’s to coat him slickly. Damian’s hips bucked involuntarily, his hands fisting the sheets as the sensations overwhelmed him, the wet heat of their mouths, the teasing pressures of their fingers exploring every inch.