Horns Up - 8 - Sex Stories

Horns Up - 8

... showed them to you the last time she tried to coerce you into signing her petition.

Lilith's face darkens as you tell her this. Balling her fist, she frowns and stands up.

"... Right. Thanks for letting me know, kid. I've got a few calls to make."

With that, Lilith marches out of your house, clearly set on the warpath. You figure it's best to leave the MAHI situation in her capable hands. If she can suffer an exploding truck at close range, then surely a gang of middle-aged women would be well within her means.

Left alone, you gaze around the kitchen with a frown. There are still cracks and holes in the walls from yesterday's scuffle, a few of the chairs had been smashed and discarded, and the fire alarm is still missing from the ceiling.

All in all, not an ideal situation. But you've got a morning routine to prepare anyway.

As you set about making a pot of coffee for the girls, Muu is the first one downstairs, still in her pyjamas. She offers you a polite word of greeting, and after making sure that the contractors aren't looking, the chubby little demon stands up on her tiptoes and gives you a peck on the cheek.

"Morning, sir," she says with a smile as you pour her a mug of coffee.

If it wasn't already a good morning, it certainly is now.

"Do you remember how I take it?" she asks, nodding to the pot.

Milk and eight sugars?

"Hehe, you know me so well, sir!"

Fixing Muu up with her coffee - although it looks more like treacle at this point ...

... - you set about preparing breakfast. She joins you at the stove, and as the two of you make quiet small talk and sneak in a few little flirts here and there, you're both alerted to a magnificent yawn from the stairs.

"Prrreparrre me my morrrning nourrrishment, drrrudge! A lady should not be left hungerrring!" the unique voice of Callyette shrieks.

The lithe Nymph ambles downstairs, dressed in a silken nightdress that looks as though it costs more than your EHI salary.

"Good morning, Cally!" Muu calls cheerily, waving to her housemate.

Callyette pulls a face and plants herself upon one of the few surviving chairs.

"Don't you darrre call me that, you weighty wench!"

Muu giggles.

"Aw, thank you! There's really no need to be so nice!"

... Huh. Seems Gluttons appreciate being called heavy. Duly noted.

"Anyway, I read that eggs are okay for Nymphs. Would you like an omelette? I can add some mushrooms and tomatoes if you'd like?" Muu continues, trotting over to the fridge with her stubby tail wagging.

Callyette responds with a retching noise.

"Bah! As if a lady of my calibrrre would eat anything made by yourrr inferrriorrr-!"

You slam the Nymph's coffee down in front of her and fix her with the steeliest glare you can muster. Immediately, she wilts down into her chair, her cheeks flushing as her elfin ears twitch.

"... omelette is fine, thanks..." she murmurs in a much gentler tone of voice.

Soon, the smell of cooking food wafts through the ...