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My pose is rather boring, seated with one leg resting over the other, one hand resting gently on the table, and the other on my thigh. It’s easy enough to hold as we go into the second straight hour of the painting.

“I’m almost done laying down the under colors. I want this to be perfect. It’s going in the nest.” She sounds exasperated.

“I’m pretty sure you could light a piece of toilet paper on fire, and Julius would let you frame it in the nest,” I quip.

Julius gives me a withering glare but doesn’t contradict me.

“Enough moving,” Charlotte says, stepping out from around the canvas, smudges of paint all over her. “If you guys can stay still for five more minutes, I’ll be done, and then you can go back to saving the world.”

I groan at the prospect of going on a mission. We took a short honeymoon to give the bonds between the nest and Charlotte time to develop and grow strong, but now it’s time for life to take over.

“Actually, I’m all good,” Marcus calls, putting on a face of intense focus, keeping his muscles tight and his cock hard by sheer force of will.

“Me too.” Julius gives a swift nod before going eerily still.

Charlotte laughs, putting her hand clutching her brush at her hip, a smear of paint added to her overalls as she shakes her head at us.

“It’s not our fault we have the most enchanting mate at home.” Darius tilts his head to the side to stare at her.

Our Firefly goes bright red, straight down her neck and to the tips of her ears.

“How about we call it a day?” she asks, setting down her brush and undoing one of the straps of her overalls, letting it fall to her side.

I’m on her the next moment, hands holding the sensual swells of her hips. I press a hard kiss to her mouth, devouring her lips before spinning her to face my nest-mates.

“Shall we show Firefly that she has become our world?” I purr against the column of her neck.

“I could not agree more.” Darius rises from his seat, changing to his more monstrous form, something we’ve discovered that our little witch enjoys, and sweeps forward to capture her in his arms.

Charlotte screams in delight, bouncing and waving her hands in a way that signals for Julius and Marcus to join.

We fuck her until her voice grows hoarse and then fails her altogether.

It’s the best painting session so far.