Epilogue

Last Sidekick Standingproved a resounding success according to the polls, and even more surprising, they unanimously agreed my new title of Wife suited me perfectly—the single females seemed especially happy to crown me with that shackling title. But I didn't mind. I had Drake, and I loved to flaunt him.

To think I'd started my quest looking for a minion to complement me, and instead, I'd found a lover and husband, even if the word husband still made me giggle. But in the end, the whole fiasco had paid off, especially the sex video of Drake and me before the cameras got turned off. We'd be coasting off those sales for years.

As for Medusa, the bitch who started the whole attempts-on-my-life thing, she was currently serving time for a host of crimes, including freeing that nasty Albert, among other things—Satan was most displeased with her. I sent flowers every week to her jail cell, where she got let out only to clean latrines as part of her punishment. What could I say? If it hadn't been for her jealousy and attacks on my life, I might never have given Drake the chance to show me love wasn't just a bad word.

Life was just about perfect, or would be if Drake would wear the tights and bodysuit I'd gotten for him in his role as my partner for our soul hunting job. But he hadn't lost his stubborn streak, so while I dressed to the nines in various leather outfits, bustiers, and heels, he stuck to his low-hipped jeans with no shirt or shoes. Damned distracting man!

I had my ways to retaliate, though. I'd taken to wearing no panties under my skirts and bending over at crucial moments. It definitely made our jobs more exciting, and it also made for easy access, as there was nothing better than a good, hard victory shag after we'd taken down an escaped soul.

Just thinking about it made me horny. My sex clenched, and moistness made my cleft wet. In a flash, I found myself on my back, Drake above me and, quick as lightning, his cock sheathed in my channel and on a roof in a mortal city no less.

Damn, do I love my randy dragonshifter, the best minion a woman could ever ask for.

THE END