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Posted 8/20/21

I don't know what I expected when Seokjin promised whatever concoction he was cooking was almost done. It smelled amazing, but there was of course this ugly question ping ponging back and forth in my head. I couldn't help wondering where the ingredients might have come from. Especially, but not limited to, the meat.

When he insisted I try it and ladled out a spoonful I was happy to be able to visibly notice that it was just a rustic beef stew. They must bring over supplies from Earth or perhaps they are able to obtain them magically somehow. I somehow doubt the second possibility is true. There has to be some kind of limitations to magic after all.

Still, it would be hella cool to be able to magically wish up any specific meal you wanted. Nevertheless, I'm sure that idea is firmly set in the realm of science fiction, much like the replicators from Star Trek.

"Okay, it's ready." Seokjin announces. I'm sure he mostly says it out loud for my benefit. I'm nearly certain that he stated it telepathically as well when Yoongi reenters the room. Granted it's also possible that Yoongi just happens to have buff ass hearing or something.

I worry for a brief moment that there will be some sort of argument about where I might sit, but I can only guess that they hashed it out mentally with each other when Jungkook and Jimin indicate a seat between the two of them. Namjoon and Seokjin take either side of the head of the table. Even though they each have obviously taken a spot of respect it is more than obvious that Namjoon's seat is considered the true head of the table. He somehow exudes this aura of authority even as he simply sits there about to eat his food. Which of course leaves Taehyung, Hoseok, and Yoongi on the opposite side of the table across from me.

The whole meal is eaten in silence, and I can't help but wonder if they are having a telepathic discussion without me as they eat. I don't notice I am frowning until Jimin's hand reaches out and covers my own. He gives me a look that can only be interpreted as an unspoken apology. I almost expect him to at least telepathically define his action, and I am pretty stunned when he doesn't and pulls back away to focus on his food. I can't believe that the lack of verbal communication is making me somewhat depressed. There is a part of me that wants to break the silence by saying something humorous, but honestly nothing comes to mind. So, instead I remain mute and focus on my food.

It doesn't take long to empty my bowl. Once Seokjin notices he smiles sweetly at me. "Would you care for more, Everleigh?" He points toward the kitchen. "There is still plenty in the pot keeping warm."

"No, thank you. I couldn't eat another bite." Honestly, I am not sure if I am full, or just simply done with the silence. Granted it wasn't uncommon for me to feel so alone in a room full of people, but I think a part of me didn't expect to feel this way around these demons that I couldn't help but admit I felt some innate connection to. I should have known better than to start growing happy about having some semblance of human contact.

Taehyung's voice fills the room and pulls me from my doldrums. "I'm also finished eating. Everleigh, would you like a tour of the house?"

Before I can answer his question he is already behind my chair pulling it back for me and offering a hand to help me up. I am not sure if he moved fast, or if I had just gotten mentally lost for a moment. I wouldn't be surprised if they all also had super speed to go along with everything else I found interesting about them.

When I reach up to take his hand that's when I realize that his scales aren't strictly reserved to his face. On the surface of each knuckle on the back of his hand I find more scales. There is even a small triangular pattern on the back of his wrist. I really shouldn't wonder where else he might have these scales at. Of course when that thought passes through my mind I am mentally picturing his naked silhouetted form. I force that mental train off its tracks before his conjured form can step from the shadows and into the light. I'm not ready to imagine way more of his tawny skin than what is available to my eyes right now.

He leads me down a hallway just past the kitchen. He doesn't open any of the doors and when he verbally explains of course I understand it. "The doors in this hallway lead to each of our bedrooms. Until we each straighten up it's probably not smart to take a tour of any of them quite yet."

I don't fight the smirk that grows on my face. "Who would you say keeps their room the tidiest?"

He thinks about it for a second. "Probably Hoseok. He doesn't appreciate messes at all. That's part of the reason our common areas are kept so clean."

I don't know what to make of that confession. But, I would be lying if I said that I had a preconception of who he would have admitted was the neat freak out of the seven of them. I've only known them for hours at most, so I don't have a lot of information I could have based my guess on. Be honest. The reason you keep turning this over in your head is because you want to know more about them. I mentally smile at myself and essentially offer myself a mental pat on the back, at least my subconscious has the ability to point out when I should simply be honest with myself.

Next he leads me to a small adjacent hallway. "We each have our own bathroom, but there is also a small bathroom past this door. He indicates the one on the left, and you will find our laundry room on the right."

"Wait. You have a washer and dryer? Does that mean you don't magically clean your clothing?" I ask curiously. Shouldn't I be asking instead how electricity is able to work here at all?

"We can magically create ourselves new clothing if for some reason what we are currently wearing gets soiled, but we only use that type of magic in dire cases. There is no point in wasting our mana pool when we might need it to protect ourselves." He stoically explains. His next statement answers my own mental reverie regarding electricity. At least it sort of does anyway. "And the washer and dryer work off of magic instead of electricity. Our homestead is built on a ley line convergence point so anything inside of it requiring magic is powered by that limitless mana pool rather than our own."

I've heard several mentions of ley lines in a plethora of different magical and supernatural movies and television shows in the past. It might help me understand the concept a little bit, but I still have a slew of questions regarding all of it. The easiest one to ask though has to do with his reference to their personal mana pool. "Does that mean your magic is finite?"

"We have a limited gauge on how much magic we can do per day. Of course bigger spells cost more magic, or mana, to cast. We could always replenish said mana by resting, but when we are in the field there isn't really a lot of opportunity to rest."

"Huh." I am happy to admit to myself that I was able to follow along with his reasoning and at least somewhat understand it. Also, I am honestly a bit relieved to know that they aren't all powerful. I can't help but wonder if my magic would work the same. If rest would be what replenished my mana pool or if feeding on lust would also essentially serve the same purpose. Of course I don't know that outside of the ability to use glamour I have any other magical abilities per se, but if my other half is something aside from being human that does mean the possibility is there.

Taehyung leads me down a set of stairs, and I am immediately surprised by the large empty space here. "I know this room isn't much to look at now, but we set it up with a spell to allow it to become pretty much anything you want it to be. It is also powered off of the ley line convergence."

"Wait. What? Are you meaning to say you have your own Room of Requirement?" Or essentially a Tardis, but I already used one Doctor Who reference since my arrival. I might as well change it up and offer some Harry Potter based ideas as well.

Taehyung frowns. "I don't know what this 'Room of Requirement' is that you speak of."

I place my hand forcefully on his chest as if he were approaching me, and I was stopping him in his tracks. "You don't know Harry Potter?!?!?! Oh dear. We might just have to rectify that injustice."

"Hm. I've heard of him. But I can't say I know who he is exactly."

Yup, we definitely have to fix that.

Taehyung leads me back up to the ground floor and toward another staircase that I hadn't noticed before. At the top of the staircase is a single door and once he opens it he announces. "This will be your room."

Well...crap. I can't lie to myself. The room is exquisite. The painted walls are a mulberry reddish purple color. The wooden furniture of the bedroom set is cherry mahogany in color including a four poster bed. Yeah, I think cherry mahogany might be my favorite shade of wood. I think to myself even though it's not something I ever personally considered before.

I continue looking around the exquisite room. Aside from the squared off space that is probably double in size to the area I sectioned off as my 'bedroom' of my studio apartment, there is also a circular windowed alcove with a seat underneath the glass panes flanking the wall on my left. Hell, if this room doesn't scream sex I don't know what does. Crap on crackers I'm screwed here.

He leads me over to a door I hadn't noticed when we walked in, and I find myself in the biggest bathroom I have ever seen. The shower is big enough to probably fit five people. There is a separate tub that could probably fit three. And hell there isn't just a toilet there is also a fucking bidet too.

If I had worried I was their prisoner before I am definitely not so worried now. Although, if this is how they treat their prisoners they might as well handcuff me now. Unfortunately that thought immediately turns dirty, and my libido tries to fire up again.

Yeah, it's definitely not going to be easy for me to live under this roof and keep my hormones under control.

I was too preoccupied with my attempt at controlling my salacious thoughts. First, I am thinking about Taehyung naked. Now I am considering who I would most like to use handcuffs with. I don't expect Taehyung to reach out and touch my arm, but when he does I have to force myself to keep from scrambling away.

"I thought I might leave you alone to get acquainted with your room for a few minutes, perhaps put away the things you brought with you." He indicates the bags containing my personal belongings. I honestly hadn't noticed they were there when we first came in. One of the others must have brought them up as Taehyung and I started the tour on the opposite side of the house.

Yeah, putting my stuff away was a good idea. It would be an easy enough chore to focus on, and it should be able to keep my mind from not only sinking further into the gutter. Hell, I hoped the menial task would keep me from boarding that train of thought completely. Too bad when I came across the bag that held the items I kept in my bedside table, those thoughts conjured up my virtual ticket to the dirty thoughts train was punched by a silhouetted conductor, and I started chugging along those tracks once again.

Fuck! I don't remember packing up the stuff from that side table drawer. That means one of the four came across my vibrator and didn't hesitate to put it in a bag, along with the lubricant, and other miscellaneous sex toys that I couldn't help but find myself curious about. Granted I hadn't gotten to use most of the items yet since they weren't really geared for solo service, but some women had hope chests I had a sex wishlist drawer.

Fuck, whoever packed this drawer would have also noticed that most of the items were still sealed in their packages. I'm sure that gave them a whole slew of ideas. I try not to think too hard about it, but it is easy to speculate that the likelihood of it being either Namjoon or Hoseok is high. Jimin was basically out of commission and relaxing the whole time he was in my apartment, and I bet the drawer was packed while I was gathering my stuff with Taehyung in my bathroom which of course could only leave the two of them.

Times like these when I am all hot and bothered I either do one of two things. The first being to make use of that vibrator that I just put away in my new bedside table. The other would be practicing my dancing. I wonder if they will help me set up the downstairs basement room as a dance studio for an hour or two. Or show me how to do it myself since the room is powered by its own magic.

Of course there is a problem with that idea. I'm not ready to see any of them yet when I am feeling this way. That leads me to a third option that I wouldn't normally consider a form of relaxation. I decided instead to take a shower. Good thing is that the size of this shower isn't postage sized like the one in my apartment, which made it impossible to do anything other than use it to get clean.

This all is so fucking ridiculous. I can't believe they are honestly considering the possibility of this ludicrous concept. There is no way that she is our Center! We can't have a fucking Center!

Of course my logical side rears its ugly head and points out that I am more than likely fooling myself with what I want to believe. Because I have only been too pleased to be driving my cock into a new pussy every night of the week for the past two hundred years or so. Hell sometimes I have a fortuitous night and am able to score more than one pussy to satisfy my sexual urges. If she is our fucking Center than outside of her, my favorite body part on any other woman is pretty much going to be fucking useless.

There of course is another possibility. Although that possibility makes just as much sense as the first. We sacrificed our rights to a Mate the moment we went to Lucifer and signed the dotted line that transformed us into demons. Just because we were demons now though didn't make the otherness about us go away. Which is why my mind keeps stumbling over this possibility. I still have the magic I was born with. I can still cast a random will-of-the-wisp spell to trick a traveler into going another direction than the one they previously planned on, and I had access to a slew of other spells similar to that one made to trick the person I used them on.

Fuck. We have already debated that her other humanoid side might be like us, but if my way of thinking is correct that means she isn't just our Center. She could also be our Mate. That makes me also wonder if there is a benefit to her potentially being both, or if this possibility has the potential to screw over all of us in the end. Everleigh included.

Taehyung pops in our heads to let us know that she is putting her stuff away in her room. I kind of wish he hadn't shared that tidbit of information. That just ends up reminding me of the items I found in that bedside drawer of hers. Granted I should have known. Most everyone keeps something sex related in that drawer. I also shouldn't have been as fucking pleased as I was to see most of the items were still in their packages.

It made me want to rip them open and try each and every one of them out with her. Which of course only makes it worse when I am trying my damndest to convince myself that I want nothing more to do with her.

God, I hope I can at least still masterbate. It is already fucked up that I probably won't even be remotely attracted to the opposite sex now outside of her. In the back of my mind a part of me recalled how I had mentally recoiled when Elpida slithered her arms around me. I outwardly played up to her flirtations briefly, but there was never a sense of wrongness that built up inside myself before. I locked that part of me up as tight as possible within its own corner of my mind, because although I didn't want to admit it I knew that part of me had already come to terms with Everleigh being exactly who I feared she would be.