Healing

It is that night. The night that I will enjoy all three of my gorgeous creatures: Dracono, a deliciously strong incubus, former minotaur king; Dark, a sweet excellent fuck incubus, and lastly my new enormous beast friend and lover Manure.

I put on sexy lace white lingerie, lay on the bed with a glass of white wine in my hand, and wait for them to enter my bedroom.

Dark comes in first, wearing just a pair of black, tight boxers followed by his father Dracono who is wearing a brown robe with nothing underneath; at the end, Manure enters slowly, walking proudly, and sits right next to my bed.

I take a long sip of my glass and measure them with my look, thinking about how wonderful my life is.

I have power, beauty, and a perfect sex life, do I need love as well? I think to myself.

It is like I already forgot about how I felt when I was in love…

How can I miss something I don't even recall feeling?

I let myself be invaded by thoughts and the men don't say anything, they just stay there an