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I fished the dimensional portal to my home on Willowmoon Way, testing the doorbell twice before I was satisfied.

It was a lovely coffin shaped door not too far from the bedroom and the chime of an arrival echoed through Sebastians natural home beautifully.

It should not take me long at all to reach my home when business arises.

And yet the day was only a bit over halfway through.

I looked around the large home of my apparent mate... its energy was good. Natural, if not a bit too light.

While I waited for Sebastian to get over whatever little tiff he was in with his fellow species I could easily make a few... renovations.

But he would likely throw a fit over one thing or another.

Although. He likes being between my thighs. If he wishes to continue to do so, he cannot expect me to keep my mark from this place

I snapped my fingers, black crystal vases bursting with dark flora appearing through the home, my drying herbs hung in front of the kitchen window.

The existing furniture all became several shades darker.

I drummed my fingers on the wall, staring at the front door, a massive thing of natural wood.

I covered part of it in wrought iron shaped in a web.

A copy of my favorite porch swing by the front yard, a bone ash tray in nearly every room.

I filled his natural spring bathroom with the soaps things I liked, allowing him to keep his existing towels and placing my black ones next to them.

My various post bath robes hung on the stone walls.

My nighttime robes in the bedroom by the new vanity.

His previously mostly empty closet now filled with my most favored dresses in case the urge to put on clothes like a mortal struck me.

All in all, the modifications were not large enough to spur the man into a debate but not too small as to irritate me.

There was more to do but this would suffice temporarily.

I plucked one of my aprons from their new spot in the kitchen, glancing at Grug in his mud pen outside.

Twirling a knife in my hand I thought this would do. For now. Until more important issues are dealt with.

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Her webbed porch swing was in front of my house... matching the iron she obviously placed over parts of the door.

...my house was starting to turn into a witches hut.

I was fully prepared to fight whatever she did inside as I opened the door.

Everything was darker but overall... not bad at a glance.

There were certainly a lot more flowers, not that their dark petals brightened anything up.

The smell of roasting duck floated through the halls as I made my way through the house, glancing in rooms to see little changes the witch had made.

There were no body parts so that was a plus.

I nearly laughed at the half dozen robes on the stone walls of bathing pool, the plush black towels on the rack next to mine.

Generally as soon as I got home I bathed but it seemed as though Noviana was making dinner.

For us or just her I wasn't quite sure, "Noviana?" I called wondering towards the kitchen.

The blonde was there, her knives and spices floating around her as she tasted a spoonful of something.

The room smelled smokey and a little sweet, an open bottle of pinot noir and two glasses on the counter.

She glanced at me as I walked in, "have you thought about the new sensation you will give me tonight?"

"Yeah, I know just the thing." I rumbled, "cooking?"

"I enjoy it, it is similar to spell crafting and what is put into our bodies matters greatly."

"Mmhmm." I went for the wine, needing a glass after the day I have had.

Frowning a bit when I noticed at least a glass was gone, "try not to drink too much Noviana, I need you nice and sober for your new sensation."

I poured her a glass anyways.

"It went into the sauce" she replied, taking it daintily, "tonights menu is duck with a blueberry pinot noir sauce and roasted purple carrots."

My brows rose as I sipped my wine.

Noviana can sure as fuck cook.

Maybe its a bit old fashioned of me but I loved a woman who could cook. "Sounds great."

"But you are large and a different species so I have made you a larger portion, a whole duck actually, as well as rosemary sage bread."

I sipped my wine, watching her cook, "that's perfect. Thank you."

She nodded, going back to her cooking.

"I see you started changing the house."

"I did. Its energy is too light. There are many things I would like to do but this is a start. I trust thus far you have no argument?"

"The bench swings a bit too visible from the main rode."

She snapped her fingers and I assumed it meant she moved it.

"Do I have time for quick wash?" I rumbled into her ear, wrapping an arm around her as I watched her cook.

"No." She replied, but perhaps I will join you after we dine. Before the new sensation."

I kissed her neck, "alright. Need me to set the table?"

She sipped her own wine, "no."

She probably already set it. "Anything I can do?"

"Did you make progress toward our mating? I would like you at full capacity."

I sighed heavily, "a bit but not much. There is an understandable resistance."

"Will I get to squash a rebellion?"

I didn't miss that she thought she could singularly squash a werewolf rebellion but chose to ignore it, "no."

"Pity." Another sip of wine, "a rebellious heart is a rare spell ingredient."

"Seriously Nova?" I sighed.

"I have expensive taste. Money is always on the mind. Profit is my specialty."

"So if I could supply you everything you wished you would stop?"

"Absolutely not. Thats no fun. Go sit down, dinner is almost ready."

I wondered to the dining room, nearly rolling my eyes at what I saw.

Everything was black and silver now. The chairs Upholstered a midnight blue velvet that seemed to shimmer with flecks of silver.

I sat in the overly decadent chair as Nova walked in, plates floating behind her. "Thank you for cooking Noviana."

She sat on my right, "as I said, it is something I enjoy."

I nodded, taking a bite of what she had prepared.

And thanking Luna that Noviana enjoyed cooking because it would be a damn shame if she ever stopped.

She took tiny bites swirling her wine between sips as if contemplating something, "I think I know which lingerie I would like to wear tonight, pretty but easy to remove for my new sensation."

I nearly laughed.

Of course she was seriously contemplating what could fastest be removed for sex as though it was a matter of life and death.

Sometimes I thought for me it likely was.

I just smiled at her from behind my glass as she continued to eat like a strange, elegant, bird.