Because of this, when I let Zahrelon go, he looked at me awe struck. "I thought you were mad at me." he said. I shrugged my shoulders before cupping his cheeks in my hands. Running my thumbs over his cheekbones, I said "I was annoyed that this had happened here. Not mad at you. You're just a whelp. You can't help it." He just growled softly at me. He was still nuzzling against my hands. It looked like I had tamed him somewhat with the carrot and stick approach. "Hey! I've heard that you aren't much older." he said. I just smirked. "Maybe. But I'm a bit different." I said to him. I pat him on the shoulders and told him to clean the mess. That made him cringe. It was not my concern. At the end of the day, he had to be made accountable. Zahrelon had gotten off extremely lightly. If she was a real zealot, she would have beheaded him and then tried to kill all of us. She would not get far, but it was good it did not come to that in this case. I would not know how to sweep it under the rug. Cleaning it all up would also be a hassle. Open dialogue worked wonders in this day and age. I liked it more.
Even so, I had to wonder something. That was what it would be like to have a whelp as a personal concubine. Using one of the ones over here as a cum dump would be mutually beneficial. I could get relief and they would be sated on my energy. While I was thinking about it, Kyle and Myles approached me. "Are you going to help with organizing the dance floor!? Ororin, Nyrear and Vohrear told us that they were not going to help out." Myles said in annoyance. I frowned. On the days the air elementals took over the club, everyone had fun. Customers gave it high ratings. Myles in particular really captured the hearts and imagination with the float plays. He would cast a gentle magic spell on the floors and the customers to make them float. Kyle like to teach the customers how to do their dance. People liked learning because he made it easy to grasp. It was broken down like a line dance. They always left us smiling at the end of the night. Most of the incubi did not participate. The tension was very high. I did not take sides. Feeding and private dances still went on in the back. It was fine until now.
Going to my original team, I asked them why they were not helping out. They were apparently insulted by something Kyle had said earlier. Something about them reeking of cum. I guessed that it was pretty potent now that we had just had a break and used the bathhouse. High status incubi and succubi, especially those from Hell, really cared about status and appearance. Because they were much stronger than they had any right to be, they were starting to get on high horses. I walked over to them and inspected them closely. Everyone was pretty unsettled by it. They were used to getting touched and stared at. However, it was in a context of lust and attraction. This was not that at all. This was clinical and asexual. They had no reference for someone taking their arm and manipulating it so it was easier to see. My original squad was all clean. Looking at the air elementals, I said "I don't see what you guys are talking about. They are totally clean. Apologize to them." My squad was happy to hear it. Kyle crossed his arms. "I wasn't talking about them, but I guess I can apologize if they got hurt."
