Elion stepped through the gates of his manor with light, unhurried steps.
He had parted from Celeste not long ago. After leaving the restaurant, they shared one more kiss beneath the city lanterns.
After that, she returned to the lingerie shop, and he continued on his own path toward his place.
Now he stood before the large entrance of his manor.
The night was quiet around him.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key, but before using it, he tested the handle out of habit. It did not budge.
Locked.
He slid the key into the lock and turned it. The heavy door opened with a soft creak.
"Oh…" he muttered quietly to himself. "I hope they're home."
He was still semi-hard from earlier. Twice now, he had been left horny and unfinished. His incubus bloodline was not subtle about its needs, and ignoring it only made the sensation sharper.
If Esmeralda and Ophelia were home, that would solve everything easily.
If not…
He sighed lightly.
