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Tired. It's not exactly an undeserving word for how you feel. Between pregnant wives and the few children you have, things have been on the stressful side. Sprinkle in the usual amount of horny and, well, things are trying. That's all.
So, it's only natural that you're not all that interested in your usual November shenanigans. Namely; No Nut November.
Sure, you could give it a go, but juggling deliberate abstinence between all your other duties? Who needs the hassle? Besides, you're almost certain the girls will agree a little additional stress relief from time to time is absolutely fine!
All this begs the question; why are you assembled in your living room with the rest of the girls? Literally. No one is missing nor seems geared to make an announcement. What's worse, suspicious eyes are fixed upon you, almost daring you to make your usual argument for the challenge.
Relief comes in the form of a knock at the door. A breath is collectively held as you look at Beelzebub and Lucifer, who hold their children dearly. Sure enough, it's not enough to rouse them, and you make your way to the door.
Just in time, too, as Baphomet stands there, hand raised in preparation for a second round of knocking. She's all smiles as she looks at you, her eyes practically closed, as they usually are.
“Thank you!” she declares, easily brushing past and striding straight to the assembled girls.
You almost want to protest, taken off-guard as her constant protection mimics her actions. While you grumble, they don't so much as slow down, flanking their mistress as she stands before the household.
“Ladies,” she greets, just shy of loud. “I'm here to offer you a helping hand!”
Lucifer clears her throat, earning Baphomet's attention. “How so?”
“Three adorable half-Demon babies. They must be a handful, even for so many of you.”
“Hardly,” Beelzebub answers, swaying her head as if it were a dismissive wave of her hand. After all, she's not about to risk harming Jez or Kaz.
“Agreed,” Lucifer chimes in, cuddling her babe close. “The offer is appreciated. I'll accept it as a sign of fealty, so you may-”
“Apologies, your majesty. It wasn't a request.” Baphomet's eyes open, revealing a beautiful, crimson gaze even as Lucifer threatens to go red in the face. “I've already arranged several dates for friends to assist you. After all, you'll need it; I wager. Given your darling husband's restraints.”
“I don't recall,” you begin, only to be spoken over.
“No Nut November!” she declares, bountiful breasts bouncing as she chuckles. “A noble challenge I'm sure you won't decline?”
“I refuse.”
Baphomet doesn't so much as flinch at the statement, turning her focus onto Lucifer. “Is that right? The sire of your heir isn't up for such a harmless challenge?”
“Baphomet, that's too-” Beelzebub begins, an angry buzz surrounding the words. She only falls silent when Lucifer lifts her hand.
“Is that the game we're playing, Baphomet?” Lucifer asks, sounding more amused than annoyed.
“You're playing. I'm just the messenger,” Baphomet practically sings, smiling all the while.
Hardly a beat passes, Lucifer nodding. “Very well.” Just like that, she looks your way. “You're not to fail, dear.”
You make to retort, only for a fiery ring to surround your wrist. It burns for a moment, before fading in a puff of purple smoke. There is no way that can be a good thing, and your expression must give away the unease you feel.
“I'll explain once the month's over,” Lucifer promises. “Satisfied, Baphomet?”
The Demon in question nods. “Best of luck, Mr. Morningstar!” she cheers, happily shaking her hips as she makes her exit, guards accompanying her all the way.
So, despite your best wishes, it looks like you're taking on No Nut November yet again...