Damon ignored Eisheth’s words or at least he performed a very convincing impression of ignoring them before walked over to his usual seat.
The helpers were already there, quiet and efficient, loading his plate with steak, roasted vegetables, and whatever else had been prepared.
The moment he sat, the heavy weight between his legs settled against the chair in a way that still felt brand new, a slow, dense shift that he felt all the way up his spine. Even soft, the Primordial Rod had presence — a thick, lazy heft lying along his thigh like a sleeping animal, and the obscene part he kept circling back to, was that this was its resting state.
He hadn’t even seen it fully awake yet.
He was sitting at his family’s dinner table with an undiscovered continent in his pants, surrounded by the exact women capable of waking it, and he was supposed to eat vegetables.
He adjusted it once, casually while thanking every god listening that the table was solid wood and not glass, and reached for his cutlery like nothing in the world was different.
The teasing voice returned almost immediately, addressing the whole table this time: "He’s different, right? Or am I the only one feeling it?"
"Eisheth!"
The stern voice cut through the air cleanly.
Aunt Agrat had used the full name, which showed she meant business.
She didn’t even look up from her plate, just delivered the reprimand with that calm, older-sister authority that somehow still carried heat.
Everything about Agrat carried heat, she could read a grocery list out loud and somewhere a marriage would end:
"Leave Damon alone and let him enjoy his food in peace."
Eisheth (the teasing Aunt) only grinned wider and completely unbothered.
She reached out and patted Damon’s shoulder softly, her fingers lingered a second longer than necessary — and through the thin fabric of his shirt he felt every sensation of her touch on his skin, her touch was so soft warm and deliberate, in a way that yesterday’s Damon would have survived easily and tonight’s Damon had to actively work through.
She was close enough that her perfume hit him, close enough that when she leaned in, the loose neckline of her top hung forward and gave him a full second of soft, braless swing of her boobs that he gladly received directly into his permanent memory.
His dick stirred against his thigh, thick and unhurried, like it was taking notes.
’Down, boy. Not yet.’
"C’mon, don’t kill the fun. Ah~ what a little lady-killer he’s becoming, right nephew?"
Damon turned his head just enough to meet her eyes and gave her a slow, crooked smile of his own.
"Careful, Aunt E. The way you devour men, you’re well on your way to becoming a full-blown man-devourer yourself."
Eisheth burst out laughing, loud and unrestrained with her head thrown back, and a couple of the others joined in.
"See?" she said, pointing at him with her fork while still laughing. "Damon’s once-a-week humor just struck again."
Damon only smiled, cut into his steak, and took a bite. The meat was perfect — seared outside, tender inside — but his attention was already drifting across the long table, doing an inventory his family would have called sweet if they could see his face and called the police if they could see his thoughts.
He loved his family.
This warm, teasing, quietly seductive family of his.
His mother had four siblings in total:
One older brother — the stern one who actually ran the entire Corvin Viremont wealth empire and unlike his sister who were always at Lilith’s home, he was rarely here and always with his family, which suited Damon fine, because the man had a stare like an auditor.
Lilim comes after him, then followed his adoptive mother, Lilith, the middle child.
Then Agrat came next after — she proffered to be called Greta when she was in a softer mood — whose stern voice fooled exactly no one who had ever watched her cross a room.
She was the most open temptress of the sisters after Lilith herself, she could end a conversation just by crossing her legs the right way, and who knew it, and did it anyway.
Damon had lost count of how many times those legs had crossed their way directly into his nightly sessions; that strict voice, the sharp eyes and the fantasy of watching all that discipline crack and dissolve while she rode him and tried to keep her stern face and failed.
Tonight she was in a fitted blouse with exactly one more button open than a stern woman should allow, and every time she leaned forward to make a point, the deep line of her cleavage made the point for her.
And last was Eisheth, the baby daughter of Asmodea Corvin Viremont’s five children, forever playful, forever hungry for attention, forever dangerous in her own light-hearted way.
His step-sisters sat further down:
Vespera was twenty and the older of the two — she had a sharp elegance to her and a quiet intensity, honestly she was more like a young version of Aunt Lilim than Lilith’s daughter; that body of hers would grow to rival Lilim’s.
And Mara was the last one and the youngest in the house; she was a year younger than Damons, their mother’s clear favorite: sharp-tongued, restless, and running on the exact same chaotic engine as Eisheth.
The two of them could have been cut from the same cloth, probably a cloth that had been set on fire.
Damon chewed slowly and finally let the conversation wash over him without fully joining it. Thye were talking something about a girl — a relative and Lilim’s daughter — who had caused trouble again.
"—but don’t worry, she’ll be alright," Lilim finished and wiped her lips with a napkin. "She’s with her father, so..."
Eisheth shook her head in pure disbelief: "I still can’t believe that brat would do something like that."
Agrat scoffed without looking up: "Please. Who ran around and played with more boys than you when we were in high school? You still do it even now."
Eisheth pointed her fork at her older sister, offended on principle.
"My case is completely different. I have always been a good judge of character. And for the record, I knew exactly how angry Asmodea would get if I ever ran away or slept over with some random boy. I was just playing with them. Completely different."
Agrat finally looked at her, unimpressed, "Tell yourself that. But maybe try settling down instead of dating one man after man."
Damon couldn’t help himself, he let out a quiet scoff around his next bite of steak.
"Man after man?" he said mildly. "Try three at once before she dumps them all in a month. Poor bastards."
And that was the sanitized version.
What he did not say — what he was thinking while chewing with a perfectly straight face — was that somewhere in the back of his skull, a certain price list had lit up the moment the topic turned to Eisheth’s love life.
His youngest aunt burned through men like cigarettes, which meant his youngest aunt was, by definition, a woman of enormous appetite and zero satisfaction. He’d bet his entire allowance her Thirst Gauge looked like a fire alarm.
The thought of being the one who finally ended her male streak — his playful, teasing Aunt E discovering that the nephew was what her three trust-fund boyfriends combined couldn’t be — sent a slow, greedy pulse straight down his cock.
’Focus. Steak. Family dinner. Focus.’
Vespera laughed under her breath, eyes gleaming.
"She’s become the notorious playgirl of every trust-fund bachelor from here to the Upper East Side."
Mara shrugged, completely unbothered, and reached for her glass: "It’s called enjoying life, sis. Rush to settle down and the next thing you know you’re married, pregnant, and stuck with a little brat sitting at the dinner table judging your sister’s life choices."
Lilim and Eisheth both laughed out loud.
Camilla joined them, shaking her head as she looked at Mara: "You’re lucky your mother’s not here to hear you say that."
Mara raised both hands in mock surrender, eyes wide with exaggerated innocence. "What. Do I look like I have a death wish?"
That set the table off again, even Agrat’s mouth twitched.
Lilim’s laughter softened as she turned toward Damon, resting her chin lightly on one hand. Her eyes were warm, but there was a clear spark of curiosity in them.
"Speaking of life and dating... what about you, Damon? Anyone special yet? Planning on starting to date anytime soon?"
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A/N: I not only looking forward to that answer but their panels when he reads their Turn On’s and Off’s, Kinks and Fetishes!