"Yes, very much so." Samia sighed. "I'm not sure how Marcus has the energy to keep up with her. If she wasn't married to Marcus, I would doubt she could consume an entire town of it's men's energy."
"I'd say she'll be punished later, but she'd just enjoy it." Cyndwella said while watching the crystal.
Hex smirked at the sight of the Baphomet's outrage.
"You Sabbath girls are always so stingy. That's the reason I left the cult, there was no fun to be had and they couldn't satisfy my needs." Hex replied in a smug way.
"So I struck out on my own. Unfortunately my time in the Sabbath has left me with a small body, that of a child's. So I looked into ways to alter it. With lots and lots of Holstaur milk, I gained all this...." Hex ran her hands over her curves, thick thighs and magnificent large breasts.
"But fine, I'll leave your Oni-Chan alone.... For now." Hex relented in a teasing tone. But moreover, Hex knew what the Baphomet called Jeiel, despite not having heard him be addressed that way. The Devil knew it from her experience in the Sabbath. All members are taught to address their husbands as "Oni-Chan".
"I must say, wasn't to big on calling my husband 'Oni-Chan'. I don't need a big brother." Hex turns away from Jeiel and his ladies to Marcus. "No, I need.... A 'Daddy'. What do you say, Daddy. Shall we go have a quick one?"
Hex was hungry again, even after a full night of constant sex.
"Not right now Hex, when I get back." Marcus said shaking his head. He gave Hex a hug and petted her head. She buried her face in Marcus' midsection, giggling at the affection. With peck on her forehead, Marcus shooed Hex away.
"Sam, see to it these girls get some breakfast and get comfortable." Marcus looked to Samia, then to Jeiel.
"Come on, Jeiel. We're late as it is let's go get started." Marcus walked out the front door, stopping to kiss Cyndwella and Samia on his way. In the front yard, Marcus' colossal sword was planted in the earth, like a pillar of steel. He pulled the blade from the ground with ease, as if it weighed nothing. Everyone knew though the sword's weight was tremendous, and Marcus was one of the few strong enough to swing it.
He moved over to the stables and began saddling his horse.