Epilogue
Xolani
“If I know what love is, it is because of you.”
– Hermann Hesse
To say they had fallen into a routine would be accurate.
However, as Xolani waited for her demon to return home, she was filled with an unimaginable peace and a love which blazed brightly.
He was no ordinary lover, telling her how much she meant to him.
He still had his duty to the Maker as far as singing at funerals went, but the sex demon in him was long gone.
He had eyes only for her. It had been a wonderful thing to be the center of the head Incubi’s attention.
Not just any demon but one who happened to oversee all the sex demons in his world and hers.
Another honor bestowed on him and one he’d requested.
To be able to keep track of the concubi which included the males and females.
She no longer needed help to sleep. With Dima also known as Dirge she was tired out every night from their sexcapades as they called them and always fell to sleep quickly.
She’d also managed to get pregnant. Xolani had been a bit frightened at first with Dima being who he was, but her fears had been laid to rest after talking to Dr. Fairee.
He’d assured her that their offspring would be fine.
Dima had gone to The Red Dragon to speak with the supers he’d been put in charge of.
From the call she had with him earlier he’d be home shortly and she should be ready for him.
She knew what being ready for him meant.
They still had an active sex life, though he was careful with her.
All the kinks he’d learned about her he made sure to practice on the regular.
Not necessarily the exhibitionism, as they’d revisit that once she wasn’t pregnant.
But damn did she love the toys, especially the Eva.
That was used often. Xolani smiled to herself as she reminisced over their escapades at the club and at home. Life was indeed good.
“Honey, I’m home.”
She giggled and opened her arms wide to him as they kissed tenderly. “Everything go all right?”
“It was a big meeting. I have been given a new job of sorts. No more singing at funerals, the task was given to a new demon.”
“What will the Maker have you do?”
“He’s given me the duty of matchmaking between eternal lovers.”
Xolani cocked her head to the side. “Meaning?”
“I will work with Felipe’s club to match supers and humans. Or supers and supers. I will also work outside of the club. Not every client will be into fantasies. Like you are, my queen.”
She giggled and scoffed. “Flatterer. What else?”
I will also have the task of matching supers with other supers. Or in the case of my next assignment, it will be an angel called Remiel. I don’t have all the details yet.”
Xolani chuckled. “Hmm... the Maker and Michael have a sense of humor, my love. You are going from sex demon to love coaching.”
Dima laughed softly. “That’s a good way to think about it.” He brought his hand down to stroke over her robed stomach which was still flat as she was only eight weeks into her pregnancy. “Enough about me, how are you and our little one doing?”
“You don’t have to worry, Dima. I’m fine. I’m not that far into this pregnancy.”
“And I want to keep you fine. Now come on, I’ll run you a bath and you can tell me about your day. Then I will tuck you in bed and have my wicked way with you gently. I still have my powers.”
Xolani laughed and slapped his hand as he walked with her to the bathroom. “And you’d better use every one of them.”
“I will, Dollface.”
Damn, she loved it when he called her Dollface or baby doll. He was privy to this fact and used the pet names often.
“I’m going to hold you to that.” She leaned against the wall as he ran her water.
“I know one thing’s for certain... you also better get in this tub with me.
” She loosened the tie on her robe and let it hang open.
She of course, made sure to flash her body while smiling at the telltale tenting of his pants.
“Was there ever a doubt, baby?”
“Never.”
****
The Maker and Michael
“They’re going to be just fine,” The Maker stated as he settled down in the throne room.
He watched as Dima led Xolani into the bathroom and then turned his attention to Michael.
What happened with their sex life was their own business as long as they were safe and happy.
“And you have been relieved of duty with the matchmaking business.”
Michael nodded enthusiastically. “Thank you. Dirge was enough of an assignment for me.”
“You did well. Now there will be times when I expect you to oversee things if needed. You understand, yes?”
“I do.”
“Now usher in Remiel.”
Michael strolled out of the throne room in search of Remiel, the angel of hope and divine visions. It would be interesting to see how this turned out.
The angel in question gave a slight bow and without Michael having to say anything as he followed him back into the throne room.
“Remiel,” said the Maker.
The angel in question stepped forward, lying prostrate in worship until told to rise.
The End