Dear Diary,

"It's always wonderful to get to know women, with the mystery and the joy and the depth. If you can make a woman laugh, you're seeing the most beautiful thing on God's Earth."

- Keanu Reeves

I guess it might be weird for me to say this now, or really for me to just realize this now in light of all the prep and energy I've put into it, but I think this is why I've been so pumped about this Date. I mean, yeah, hot sweet cool blonde babe, but if I just wanted wild sex with a hot blonde of any size, shape, or precise coloration my wife and favorite magnificent mammary haver is a fuckin' shapeshifter. Literally, on occasion. So while I'd be lying if I said part of the anticipation wasn't new chew toy anticipation, I think another, bigger part of it is getting to know a new person. Intimately, and in this very specific case I'm not using that as a metaphor for seeing how many cubic feet of me I can fit inside of her without damaging her.

Yeah, I definitely don't want to do that. I'm still a little shook by how easily I did what I did with Diana when she was Artemis. I don't want to hurt Sister Siobhan, and I definitely don't want to injure her. I'm not sure what I'm going to do if she asks me to, and I'm definitely going to need to have an extra long therapy sesh with the rents if it turns out she's as fired up about grievous bodily injury as my favorite tiger lady. I really hope not, because 'I attract women who literally get off on having me hurt them' is not something I want to deal with having on my resume. I mean, I don't want it there in the first place, but if it's there, if somehow I am flypaper for that particular flavor of freak, that's gonna take some serious getting used to.

I'm not sure I even want to.

But what I do want? I want to see Sister Siobhan smile. I want to make her laugh. I want to see smiles of joy, smiles of humor, smiles of exhausted drooling satiation. Look, I'm sick and tired of getting guilt pangs for admitting I like sex. I got both barrels of neopuritan 'sex equals bad' back in my old life, and I didn't like them then. 'Sex is bad' hits everybody, but 'women shouldn't like sex or they're especially bad people, and bad at womaning' kinda hits women harder. Damn, now I wonder how that combo hits trans women. Do they have enough 'strong virile man like sex' leftovers to let them admit to liking it without guilt, or does that culturally programmed male sex liking wind up making them feel extra guilty? Fuck, do some of them wind up identifying as women because they don't like sex? That would be so fucked up. Like, 'be woman because woman despite junk' is just a sane response to brain and junk not matching, but 'be woman because Ace' is... Fuck, is my old world just as fucked up as this one, only without the excuse of Deific Intervention?

Fuck it. For one fuckin' day I'm gonna stop thinking about depressing shit and go get my fuck on. Anybody who doesn't like it can go watch paint dry or whatever Ace people do. Not tryna be mean, just no fuckin' clue. Maybe I'll ask Conrad about it on a day I'm not DTF.

So last night after Marie and I decided on a menu and I picked out a nice picnic basket, I stepped to the Love Shack. "Karen?"

Startled, she looked up from where she'd been reading a novel. Her Holy Garb lay neatly folded on the foot of the bed, and she'd used some of the pillows to prop herself up, a tray of mostly eaten appetizers lying on the bed beside her, the bedsheet pulled up to her belly. I hadn't even realized the bed had both a top and bottom sheet. I did, however, note that her free hand hadn't been above the sheet when I arrived, even if she did yank it out and grab a fancy roasted broccoli to stuff in her mouth.

"Didn't know you read English?"

I'm not sure what she expected me to ask, but I'm certain she hadn't thought about answering when she stuffed a whole floret in her mouth. She chewed once, swallowed, and said, "I chose Rich Man's Port for Law and Custom." She paused, glancing at the book, then back at me. "This is... ah..." She glanced back at the bookshelves in the headboard. "Are they all like this?"

I shrugged. "Some are better. Some are worse. Some are so bad they're funny. A few aren't like that at all. At least one is basically a fuckstruction manual." I spotted it almost immediately and pointed to it. "That one, the one without any words on the spine. So if you ever wonder, like, 'how do I do two guys and a girl at once' or some shit like that, I'm sure it's got instructional pictures."

She looked a little flustered and gabbled out, "I, ah, no, I don't, but..."

I held up a hand, and she went still. "Look, Karen, before we go any further, you need to know I'm a hands on kind of Goddess." She got a little more flustered and I followed that with, "not, like, 'my hands on you', but like, 'when you are my High Priestess, I'm gonna be in your head on the regular, and you'll be in mine'. Secrets aren't really gonna be an easy thing. What with the whole 'Passion' and 'Ecstasy' thing, about the only way I'm not gonna know all the deets on who, when, and how you're fucking is if you're doing it so much I lose track, and you don't seem to be the sort to bang the entire Alliance one person at a time. Amirite?"

She stopped, her hand drifting back down to lie atop the covers, atop her thigh, while she did. "I hadn't thought of it that way. I still want to be your Priestess, so I guess I'll have to learn to live with it." She laughed. "Apologies, Goddess, but we're taught to believe Gods to be omniscient, and I just realized that might not be the case except, specifically, for Clergy. Which would explain why they think so, wouldn't it?"

I shrugged again. "High Clergy, Highest especially, but yeah, pretty much. If it gets to be too much, you let me know, okay?" She nodded. "Now, about Marie. You okay with what happened?"

She smiled, still a little self conscious, but also pretty fuckin' smug. "I wouldn't say, 'okay'. I would have said, 'ecstatically devastated', but my Holy Garb put paid to the 'devastated' part, and the 'ecstatically' has faded to a pleasant... oh, my, this is what you meant by lack of secrets, isn't it?"

I chuckled a little. "Nah. I meant that if you pass your final Trial and wind up my High Priestess, we could have this conversation with you here and me in Calverton, and you could literally show me the full spectrum memory of exactly whatever Marie did to you. But... this is a start, yeah."

She swallowed. "That will take some getting used to." She raised her hand asking for patience. "But I still desire to become your Priestess."

"Okay. I just wanna be sure you're not feeling some kinda way. Like, I dunno, violated, or fucked up because she's not a guy or something." I watched her response, and relaxed just a bit when she didn't show the slightest bit of tension at that.

"Why would I feel violated? As for her being a woman... I've never been with a woman before, and when I think of potential partners my mind's eye turns to men, but," she stopped, and grinned, and her hand twitched a little. "I can't say that my first experience with a woman was unpleasant." She grinned at me. "I've a lot to live up to if she's your standard, though."

I laughed out loud at that. "Oh, fuck, she's like, the gold standard, if you can rock somebody's world half as well as Marie, you're way better than me."

She smiled a quiet little smile at me. "Better than Saffron, then?"

"Oh, fuck no. My Kitten is a special kind of freak. She's managed to catch up with Marie in that. I'm just lucky as fuck, I guess."

Karen looked thoughtful. "So... is Mimic a Love Deity as well then?"

I kinda choked at the thought that somebody would conflate 'love' and 'lust' like that, but given fuckin' Aphrodite, I totally understood the thought process. At the same time, I wasn't really ready to untangle that particular knot, especially what with half of my brain and all of my body wanting me to throw Sister Siobhan on a table and have her for lunch. Metaphorically. I hoped. "Yeah... um... she is the Mistress of Tentacles, so..."

"You... oh... oh, my. Have you ever?"

I smiled, slowly, getting a little lost in Sister Siobhan intentions. "Yeah. Yeah, we've done that. Good times."

Karen blinked, then shook her head. "I'm not sure whether I want to find out or not, but I can say with confidence that I've no issues with representing you at Revels. I might want to, ah, ask your Concubine for some pointers now and again though?"

"Are you asking to borrow my Concubine, my fiancé, my soon to be wife, to show you how to have better sex?"

"Yes?" She looked a little nervous, but she was stark naked in my bed, so maybe she had just a tiny bit of reason to be.

"Asking my permission to show you how to please partners, or asking to use her as a subject to test your own Skills on?"

"Both?"

I glowered at her for half a second before I broke down laughing. "Okay. As long as she's good with it. Just know that if you do that as my Priestess, I'm totally gonna be watching over your shoulder. I mean, probably. Unless I'm distracted. I'm easily distracted. So, y'know, if you're feeling shy you might talk to Saffron about distracting me. I also have a terrible sense of humor, so you'll probably want to get used to that."

"As you wish, My Goddess." She bowed her head, and I realized she might want to get back to whatever she'd been doing.

"Okay then. Get some rest when you're done, you're gonna want to be rested up for tomorrow. I'll be back in the morning to pick you up."

I stepped back to the Academy, where dinner had just wrapped up. All the tables in the Dining Hall were out and set and full, at least the back several rows full of kids of varying sizes. I waved Bonnie and Larry over to the table where most of the Persian Maenads sat nursing their kids. "Congratulations on your victory in Calverton, Commander!"

"Eh. Our victory. Every one of us played a part in that. Even you two. If Bonnie hadn't kept Lancaster House running, you wouldn't have been able to keep the fuckin' Army fed. Shit, I think you're still gonna wind up feeding most of Calverton until Spring."

Bonnie just shrugged that off. "So long as nobody minds fish, corn, and eggs, we should be fine."

"Good. I need a favor from you though."

She laughed. "What is it this time, Commander?"

"Senior Cadet Karen Smith has gotten the idea in her head that I'm a Demigoddess in need of a Priestess. I kinda sorta tried to dissuade her by setting her a bunch of Trials to go through, but she's managed to pass them all with flying colors. So today I've got one more for her, and I was hoping Lancaster House could play host to it."

"What's her final Trial?"

"Babysitting Menace and all her friends for the day." I looked at the Maenads. "I was hoping you ladies could be there with your kids as well, to make sure she knows when and how to change a diaper."

The Maenads looked at one another, and if the impish grins I saw were any indication, Karen would be knee deep in shit by midday at the latest. When I turned back to Bonnie, her grin wavered between impish and rueful. "So. You really don't want her to be your Priestess then?"

"Eh. One way I dissuade anybody from that kind of insanity. The other I get a babysitter for the Menace when the wives and I want to get some uninterrupted private time."

Bonnie laughed. "I thought you had Marie for that. Wait, wives? Plural?"

"Okay, everybody! Join hands, circle up! Menace! Get your people in the circle and holding hands!"

Vaguely controlled pandemonium erupted as a maelstrom of kids got herded our way by Menace and her crew. Meanwhile the Maenads calmly stood and took their places around the outside of the circle. Bonnie, of course, stepped over to my side and hissed out, "wives?" as she took my hand.

"If you were holding my other hand, you'd feel the engagement ring." I whispered back. "But... I'm a little busy at the moment. Deets Monday maybe?"

She tilted her head back in a deliberate mockery of a haughty pose. "I'm holding you to that as a condition of using Lancaster House for your Priestess' Trial."

"Done."

I stepped everybody back to Lancaster House, called for Saffron and Marie, and lost myself in the nightly routine.

Mimic dreamt of ice pops. Disturbingly, crunching, crackling, and chewing half of them, but still. Ice pops.

I woke in the morning and stepped to the Love Shack to find Karen standing there with her Holy Garb on. She also was kinda doing the pee pee dance. I'd forgotten both that she still needed to worry about that kind of thing and that she couldn't just Translocate. I'd have to Boon her with that shit if she managed to survive the day. Also, based on my sudden need to see Sister Siobhan in that dress and my newfound knowledge that Karen didn't shave her equally red hair down there, I realized that her Holy Garb wasn't the most Kid Friendly.

"Okay, yeah, no, I'm calling an audible on the Yandere Shobitch dress for today. Uniform or casual."

She blinked, looked down at me, and asked, "would casual be more than you're wearing?"

I realized just then that I'd hopped over to the Love Shack wearing what I wore to sleep and, most times, to the Love Shack, that being 'nothing'. "Oh. Nah, I meant like non-uniform skirt and blouse, or pants and blouse, or whatever. Naked is an option, because fuck anybody so prudish they can't see a tit without thinking about sex and screaming about it, but I'm not gonna parade you around nude unless you're down for it." Then I had a thought. "Speaking of, though, if you want a bit of an advantage on your Trial today?" She tilted her head, nodded, and I said, "you'd win some points with Menace if you go through the morning routine with the extended family. That includes a whole bathroom routine, which starts but does not end naked."

"That's... not what I'm used to."

"Hey, like I said, it's an option. Bonus points. Not. Required. Just like..." I sighed. "Look, it's like the sex thing we talked about last night. I'm never gonna tell you that you've gotta have sex. Consent. Important. But if you want to be celibate for the rest of your life, you being my Priestess probably isn't gonna work. Shit, I'm not gonna tell you that you can't try, but... y'know... Celibate and Lust aren't usually a good fit."

She barked out a laugh, and started removing the Yandere Shobitch Wedding Gown. "I'd give you evidence that I'm not celibate, but my Holy Garb has removed it all." A few moments later, because apparently Conrad had decided 'ease of removal' was just as important as 'ease of access', she stood naked in front of me. Slim, pale, freckled, very redheaded, with her Holy Garb folded up over one arm, underthings included. "Well. Lead on, my Goddess."

I took her hand and stepped her to the bathroom, which still stood empty. I took her Holy Garb and nodded to the toilet. "Oh, thank Goddess."

"I'm putting your Garb here in the Armoire on the end. Don't let the kids at it, please? I'm not sure how the glass will react to, y'know, normal little kid amorality."

Then the door opened and the normal morning routine began. If Karen looked a little overwhelmed, it was readily apparent that it stemmed from 'holy shit that's a lot of kids', not 'holy shit I'm naked in front of a bunch of kids'. Then again, at least half of them came in either naked or doing clothes wrong anyhow, and by now pretty much all of the women in the suite had followed our lead and taken to sleeping with the bare minimum they needed for comfort. We had plenty of kids who only visited on occasion, and some moms from the Ladies' Quarters and elsewhere who stayed when their kids did. After evacuating all the kids to the Academy during the Liberation of Calverton for safety, that meant we had a few like that, who stripped off their nightshirts right before climbing in the bath, but there were enough itinerant bathers that Karen didn't stand out so much for being new as she did for being redheaded and, not to put too fine a point on it, buff and maybe a little bit hot.

Kitten?

Yes, Goof?

Mana Shaping correlates to Personality, right?

And Endurance, but yes.

Personality correlates to hot, right?

A fuzzy chuckle rubbed at the inside of my brain and my lady bits. Yes, love, Siobhan's Personality is above average.

Totally... Totally not what I was asking about. Just kind wondered why The Master Bitch was such a bitch.

'Hot' can still be an asshole. Also, yes, all Cadets, and even moreso Senior Cadets, are going to be attractive. Unless they're so personally repugnant that they counteract their basic force of Personality.

I nodded, then just went about my morning. Credit where it's due, Karen helped out where she could, handing Saffron clean washcloths and soap, getting me fresh stacks of warm towels, and even helping Marie dress the smaller kids. Of course, she looked a little... stressed once Menace, who led the whole kid parade, had Marie dress her up in her little Cadet Uniform, at which point she clambered onto an armoire shelf and stood there, hands behind her back, watching Karen like a vulture. Okay, she probably intended to watch her like a hawk, but she was still a little kid, and it totally came out like a vulture. I'm not sure Karen appreciated the difference, because she kept glancing over at Isnomi, who would try to do the lifted eyebrow thing each and every time.

When everyone else had gone through the bath, which entailed Karen heating up a few extra kettles of water, Saffron gestured to the tub in front of her. After a moment's hesitation, Karen climbed in, Menace still watching her. "I'd say I don't need a bath, but I think I've worked up a bit of a sweat. But... Imperator..."

Saffron smiled. "You think you should be bathing me?" Karen nodded, and Saffron just turned her around and started scrubbing. "I find this... soothing. Centering. Every day I lead the Council, I am forced to be the iron fist in the velvet glove."

I couldn't help a snorted out, "forced."

She smiled at me. "Oh, hush you velvet glove you." Before I could even process exactly what she meant by that, she turned back to Karen. "This allows me to be... kind. Gentle. Caring. It reminds me of the value of all those things. The fact that I do it in the suite provided by one of the two most vexing people I deal with on a daily basis is just icing on the cake." She looked over at Marie. "I still need you to make me a batch of icing for her." She nodded to me.

"Honey?"

"Not the same. Although that was lovely." She'd never stopped scrubbing, and after dumping a kettle over her to rinse her off, she gave Karen a playful slap to get her moving my way.

"So. Still want to be my Priestess? No pressure if you don't. You can back out at any time, although I'm gonna be hella pissed if you make me come back in the middle of the day today. I've got plans."

As I toweled her dry she thought about it. "You'd truly not hold it against me?"

I shrugged. "Of course not. This whole thing was your idea." I toweled her hair dry and continued. "I mean, I'm not down for having just any random bitch off the street representing me. So, y'know, Trials. But these are 'do you have what it takes to stand in for me and do what I'd do' Trials, not 'did you commit a crime' Trials, y'know?"

"In your place?" I swear her eyes didn't twitch toward Marie, then Saffron, but they didn't not twitch, either.

I surprised myself by just laughing. I turned her toward Marie and said, "Concubine. Fiancé." Then I turned her toward Saffron. "Wife. Neither of them are property. If they want you filling a me-shaped hole when I inexplicably can't make it to the party? Worst case is you might find yourself with a me shaped me draped over you as well. As a third bonus prize, just so we're clear."

"Goddess... I didn't..."

"Do or say or imply anything I'm not cool with. Also, Marie leaves an impression. My Murder Mittens makes me melty." I gave her a gentle shove in Marie's direction before I walked over and got in the bath with Saffron.

The two of us both had 'urge to finish as quickly as possible' battling with 'urge to pre game', but with Isnomi watching we kept things playful and stupid rather than 'Karen gets to see the Imperator's O-face'. We got to toweling one another off just as Marie put the finishing perfect touches on Karen's Cadet Uniform. While Karen stood there imitating Isnomi's parade rest, Marie dressed Saffron in Glowing Midnight, putting each and every bit on as precisely as a squire girding a knight in a suit of armor. When she finished, Saffron gave her a quick kiss, then stepped over to me and said, "see you after your date, love."

She disappeared, and Karen looked at me as Marie dressed me in my own Cadet Uniform. "Date?"

I smiled, because I could not think of my upcoming date and do anything else. "Yeah." She glanced at Marie, and I shook my head. "Nah. Sister Siobhan."

"From the Infirmary?"

I nodded, only to have Marie tap my forehead once as I managed to get my hair tangled in my collar by doing so. "Yeah. She's totally cute, and for some inexplicable reason she's into me, so... yeah. Date."

"You've got a wife."

"Yep."

"And a Concubine. A Maenad Concubine, just to be clear."

"Yeah?"

"And you're going on a date with the Infirmary Healer."

I nodded. "And Sigyn approves."

She blinked, like she really didn't understand what that had to do with it. "I'm just... I'm a little in awe at your, uh, appetite."

At that point our tiniest overlord piped up. "Mama eath ewwyfing."

That tempted me to call my itty bitty Predatory Terror to heel, but right then Marie said, "Truth." Then she spun me about once, double checking everything, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, said, "Kitchen." and disappeared.

Karen just shook her head. "I still want to, mind you, but I'm not sure I'm sufficient to the demands of being your Priestess."

I pulled her in for a hug, then held her at arm's length, one hand on each shoulder. "If it ever gets too much, you tell me. All I can ask is that you give it your best shot. If you try and fail..."

"I get back up and try again."

I slapped her shoulder. "That's the spirit! Seriously, though, Consent is important, but so are responsibilities. If those come in conflict, you tell me about it, okay?"

"Yes, my Goddess."

"Okay, cool. Menace!"

My little one hopped down from a shelf at least twice her height and scampered over to us, to stand looking up at Karen. "Yeth, Mama?"

"This is Karen. She's going to be your babysitter today. That means she's standing in for Mom and Marie and I." She looked a little pouty. "Hey, kiddo, we all adore you, you know that, and we've got some things we need to do today, so we're putting a genuine Academy Senior Cadet here to make sure you're safe. I know it's your first time meeting her, but she's gonna do her best, right?"

Karen took the cue like a pro. "That's correct. I'm here to take care of you, make sure you're safe, to watch over you."

I nodded. "At the end of the day, I'm gonna ask you how she did. So maybe if we need a sitter again she can fill in, if you're okay with that. So pay attention to her, right Menace?"

Pouty Isnomi tried to hide Menace and failed, because I am definitely enough of a Mom to see through that. "No injuring her, or anyone else, including yourself, on purpose. Got it?"

She sighed. "Yeth, Mama."

"Absolutely no killing her or eating any part of her. Or anyone else. If someone needs killing that much, you tell her and she'll take care of it. Got it?"

My tiny terror rolled her eyes, sighed, and said, "Yeth, Mama."

I turned to Karen, who looked like she both wanted to believe that I'd been kidding, and realized with growing panic that I hadn't. "You ready?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"Want one more bit of an advantage with this one? Even if it might not seem like it right now?"

"Yes?"

I nodded, then flexed whatever part of me governed Boons and shapeshifting. I put one hand atop her head and pushed, gently, shrinking her until she stood there looking like she was maybe twelve years old. She was definitely a skinny tomboyish twelve, but still twelve. I placed her hand in Menace's, gave my daughter a quick kiss on the forehead, said, "Have fun you two!" and stepped to the Academy Kitchen.

I turned to Marie, 'is it ready' on my lips, only to be met by a picnic basket bigger than Isnomi. Hell, it was bigger than Liam. I think gawky teenager Karen might have fit inside. As the weight hit my arm, she gave me a kiss, said, "Luck." and stepped away.

With a grin so big it hurt plastering itself across my face, I stepped to the Infirmary. I had a moment of disappointment when I saw Grandma Aetos sitting at Sister Siobhan's desk. Then Grandma nodded to someone behind me, and Sister Siobhan squealed, her slippers making almost no sound as she rushed toward me. "Orderlies! Grandmother Aetos is in charge until I return. Doctor DeLeon is available in case of emergencies." Then she grabbed onto my free arm, looked up at me, and said, "Take me, Hero."

I spun her around, tucking her under my arm without ever jostling her loose. After a nod to Grandma Aetos, I stepped us away to the endless undulating field of tentacles. I'd picked a spot as far to the west as I could; false dawn still painted the eastern sky. Sister Siobhan looked around, eyes wide, as I watched. "Are we... is this where you intend to seduce me? Here, in the Land of the Gods?"

I chuckled and set the basket down. Then I scooped her up, setting her ass in the crook of my elbow. Not quite as short as Saffron, so the top of her head was definitely higher than mine, but not quite as curvy either, so she sort of fit better. "Seduce is probably too fancy for the amateur rizz I'm about to throw at you." While I spoke, tentacles reached into the basket, pulling out a cozy quilted blanket, just big enough for two people to lay on if they were friendly. They spread it out, taut, and set the basket atop it.

"You won't be stealing away my virginity then?" She sounded so fake sad I almost bought it.

Instead I replied, "Nope." Her face fell. "Not stealing. I'mma tease you until you give it to me."

"Oh. In that case," she leaned forward, her arms going around my neck.

"Whoa!" I swung her around, and she laughed as I gently set her ass down on the blanket, then knelt in front of her. "I have a whole plan in place. Gonna ease you into every last little thing. But..."

She blushed, but said, "that too?"

I pulled out the first of three bottles, this one supposedly spring water, and popped the cork. "No. I mean, if that's what you're into. If that's what you want to try. I'll try anything you like. But I want you to know, right now, before we get started..."

"Yes?"

I thought about what I wanted to say for another second. "There's a song where I'm from. There's a lyric that says, 'loving is the ocean, kissing is the wet sand'. Do... do you get what I mean when I tell you that?"

She smirked up at me, a little pink climbing into her cheeks. "That kissing you will get me wet?"

The drink of water I'd been taking went down the wrong pipe at that. After reminding myself that I belonged to the breathing optional club, I said, "I mean. I hope so. I really hope so, because I'm not kissing you while you've got clothes on, because I am absolutely certain I will not wait until the end of the kiss to start deflowering you."

She smiled as she reached up and started undoing her headdress. "My robes won't get in the way that much."

"More than I'm comfortable with. And I don't want to rip them... No, no, I do want to rip them off of you, but I don't want to be that rough with you. Or... maybe I do, but I want you to enjoy this, and I don't know if you would enjoy that, so... pre kiss, you naked. If... if that's okay?"

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She tilted her head as she set her habit to the side, then shook her hair out. Her long, straight, blond tresses cascaded free, and I almost gave up on the picnic plan right there. "Will you disrobe for me first?"

"Like, now first? Or then first?"

She laughed. "Either. Both. I am your prize, after all."

"Both? How do I... Wait, no." I stood, then struck one of those heroic weightlifter poses, one that flexed my biceps, my pecs, my thighs. Almost the one I'd done for the boys, but maybe a little less imposing and a little more heroic. Then I banished my clothes. She gasped, and I shifted the pose to the same one I'd done for the boys, because it let me look at her. She slow blinked, like she didn't want to close her eyes, and her face got a little bit pinker.

"Hero?"

"Yes, Sister?"

"You... have some list of things we must do before you kiss me?"

I shrugged, and hid my grin as two very pointed undeniable signs of interest showed she'd continued with the whole 'no underwear' thing. "I mean, 'must' is kinda strong, but yeah, I'm gonna get you as worked up as I can before that happens."

She wavered a little. "If I cannot... cannot..."

My clothes back in place, I knelt behind her, one arm holding her up, the other inches away from her face. "That's entirely up to you. I can wait for you to wake back up, and continue then. I can try and wake you. I can gently Stabilize you awake." She blinked, nodded, face flushed and eyes not quite tracking. I leaned up to her ear and breathed, "or I can wake you screaming my name as you come for me."

I couldn't help it, I giggled as she collapsed back into my arms. Point to Tabitha this early in the game. What with her not actually choosing her fate, I sat down tailor fashion, using tentacles to lay her comfortably across the blanket. Then I unloaded most of the basket, all but the two remaining bottles, arranging the little plates and napkins within easy reach. Sister Siobhan stirred just as I finished. She looked up at me in the light of the rising sun. "My Hero is... she shows such restraint."

I smiled at her. "Yep. Gonna do that until... I stop doing that." I took a deep breath. "Gonna keep doing it. Like I said, I want you to enjoy this." She moved to argue, and I said, "it's important to me." I channeled my inner Saffron, trying to spell things out properly. "Your reactions, your positive reactions, are my biggest prize here." Maximum formality and coherence expended, I followed that with, "not the only prize. I've got plans. Word salad plans. But first... you."

She swallowed. "Hero?" I nodded. "Wake me gently. Stabilize me if need be. But..." she paused, clearly working herself up. "I want to be awake, the first time."

I ran my hand down her hair. So smooth, so silky. I really wondered if all her hair felt like that. "What if you pass out in the middle of it?"

Her face fell for a moment, then she reached back and ran her fingers through my hair in a mirror of what I'd kept doing to hers. "Keep. Me. Awake. Please."

"Even if it makes you come harder?"

"Eh... Eh... Especially the..."

I let a Stabilize flow into the base of her sternum like warm honey. When her eyes fluttered open, I said, "I worry a little bit about you. Like, are you anemic, or maybe malnourished, or, I dunno, have a tumor or something. I'm definitely having you Assessed in the very near future."

"Not before?"

I took a deep breath, let it out. "I have waited for two fucking Seasons for this. I am not waiting another blessed day. If whatever it is kills you, I can literally Revive you as often as it takes to finish you." I slipped my fingers through her silky hair, turned her to face me squarely, and said, "and I absolutely fucking will."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please take me, Hero."

"You gonna be mad."

She jerked her head against my hand. "I swear I will not. I am yours to do with as you wish."

I smiled, and reached out to pick up the contents of the first plate, literally just two Marie-enhanced string beans. "Good. I wish... to feed you."

She giggled. "To what?" Then her eyes got wide as I gripped the ends of both string beans in my teeth and leaned over in front of her. I raised my eyebrows, and she lunged forward. I caught her with our lips millimeters apart.

Go on. Bite down. Taste. They're incredible.

She bit and swallowed all in one motion. "Not as incredible as my Hero."

I gulped down the tiny ends left between my teeth. "Holy shit, Sister! Slow down! Chew! I don't want you choking to death."

She fluttered her eyelashes. "I thought you said you'd just Revive me?"

"I mean, yeah, I will, but I'd intended that for, y'know, death due to excessive orgasm. Not death due to gagging on green beans."

"I don't gag?"

I sat there as flustered as her for a second. "Very blonde. Good to know." When my brain rebooted I said, "can you please at least try to taste the rest?"

"Why?"

"I have reasons! Okay, mostly reason. Because I spent a bunch of time working with Marie on these."

"You made them? I'm so sorry, Goddess. I..."

I slipped my fingers over her lips, and tried not to let my brain shut down as she licked them. "No, no. Marie did most of that. But... I want you to taste what we picked out and what she made, and..." She just waited, her eyes slipping closed as she took my fingers into her mouth and sucked them. "I want to taste them on your lips."

She pulled away, almost pulling my fingers with her. "I definitely made a mistake. Just the flavors on your fingers are exquisite. Was the texture as good?"

"Yeah."

She finally opened her eyes. "Feed me then, Goddess. Feed me. Kiss me. Take me. Impose your gentle, inexorable, implacable will on me, on my body. Force every reaction you could ever dream of from me. I am yours to do with as you will."

It took me a minute to get myself under control enough to say, "I almost ruined your robes just there."

She smiled. "You could remove them just as easily as you did yours."

"Yeah. Wanted to hear them tear, watch your face as they did."

"So do it."

I shook my head. "Want to see you take them off for me. Slowly." When she moved to rise, I held her down. "After I feed you."

She smiled again, said, "so feed me," then closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

I fed her. One bite at a time. I traced her lips with spices and sugar, watching her tongue as she licked it off. I had her watch me bite the top off a strawberry, then fed her the rest. She swallowed that one whole, smirking about how it was, after all, just a regular strawberry. I mashed a blueberry against her tongue and had her suck my thumb clean. After every bite I ran my fingers across her lips, then licked them clean. I held a thin stick of fried breaded cheese in my mouth, and she took it from me gently with hers, savoring the taste even as she pulled at my hand still twined in her hair, trying to put our lips together.

"Only one dish left, Hero." I'd drawn things out, but we'd only started with maybe a dozen small plates, with one or two bites each. I'd never intended to, y'know, stuff Sister Siobhan. With food. Maybe raw calamari. My brain had all it could do to keep from stuffing every single opening on her body full, and I could tell she might just let me. Fuck, she'd said she would let me. I realized right then that I'd had tentacles stroking her calves, her shins, for the past couple bites. I froze, they froze, and she smiled at me, brighter than the sun itself.

"Yeah." I took a deep breath. "Yeah. Naked time."

"You first." As I went to stand, she grabbed my arm. "Slowly, please?"

I smiled down at her. "If you faint while I'm undressing, I can't guarantee you won't wake up unkissed." I unbuttoned my jacket and slipped it off. "Fuck," I growled as she lay down on her side, barely propping her head up. "I can't guarantee you'll wake up unfucked, and I can't believe I just said that. Consent is important, what is fuckin' wrong with me?" I asked as I kicked one, then the other foot back, slipping my boots and socks off with helpful tentacles.

"I Consent, Hero. Since you seem to need me to say it plainly. I Consent. To anything and everything, no matter my response. Kiss me, take me, swallow me whole, I am yours."

My eyes uncrossed as I slipped my pants down. Sister Siobhan grinned and said, "look over there?" pointing off to the south. I turned, but other than the endless field of gently undulating tentacle tips, saw nothing.

"What am I looking at?"

"I have no idea, but I'm staring at an incredible profile. Especially that..." she paused, and I tossed my pants aside and stood. "That ass." She fanned herself and dumped the whole fuckin' bottle of water over her head. "That's... that's better."

"Your dress."

"When you've removed your shirt and... oh." She pinked up nicely, the blush going well past her nipples.

"Sheer."

She chuckled. "Oh, no. You might see my naked... oh, wait." She rose, and in one smooth motion pulled her dress over her head. Before she set it aside, with it still covering her face, my tentacles exposed where they slid along and around her calves, tentatively reaching to touch her knees, her lower thighs, she said, "Hero?"

"Yes, Sister?"

"I... I don't know how long I can last. I am frail. I am fragile."

"I'll be careful."

"No. NO, you won't, because... because I don't want you to. Take me. Take all of me. Take me all at once. Leave no inch of me unplundered. Drop me in Saffron's lap laughing because there is no inch of of me left unexplored. Do that... do that the first time. Please."

"Holy. Fucking. Shit. You want me to fuckin' speed run the purity test with you."

"I have no idea what that means, but... yes? If you will? If you want?"

"I'm gonna make you scream my name first."

I heard tears in her voice when she said, "Please. I don't know if I'll last a second time. I..."

"Stop." She went silent immediately. "I meant, after my tongue explores your mouth, I'm going to leave your mouth free to scream 'Tabitha' so loud they hear it in fuckin' Europa while I penetrate every bit I can penetrate on you. When I've heard that, I'll show you what I want you do to to me. Now. Take. That. Dress. Off."

The tentacles on her calves lunged up to catch her shoulders, and I brought another in to slide a Stabilize along her spine. Her eyes popped open, her dress on the floor already. I promised myself special rewards for not ripping it. Then I grinned at her and said, "Sister Siobhan?" She looked at me, and I bent at the waist to pick up the last dish. Her tongue already licked at her lips as I picked the brown, dusty sphere up and stalked toward her.

"That's... large, ish?"

I looked down; it was maybe a little bigger than a shooter marble, maybe the size of my first thumb joint. "I thought you said you didn't gag?"

"I guess we'll find out."

I stepped closer, then realized she hadn't stood up yet. "Do you... Hoo... say yes and I'm not sure I can hold back. Do you want me to keep holding you up?"

"Pose me as you will, Hero."

I lifted her, brought her to me, supporting her by her shoulders, her forearms, her calves. Her hands alternately stroked and clutched my tentacles, and moment to moment her eyelids fluttered. When she got within easy kissing distance, I put one arm around her and lifted the final treat to her lips. I rubbed it across them, and her tongue darted out involuntarily. Her eyes shot open. "What is that?"

"Chocolate. Marie scored me some. Now." I twined my hand into her hair, pinned her in place with hand and tentacle. Others slipped up to her biceps, her thighs, wound around her belly.

"T... Hero?" I painted her lips again, then shoved the ganache into her mouth. She moaned as she swallowed. "So good."

"Ready?"

"Please."

I leaned over, my tongue darting out to touch her lips. I teased her, taunted her, touched her lips with my tongue again and again as she writhed, trying to lunge at me. Her eyes rolled back in her head, but she kept trying to get to me even as I slipped Mana into her spine via Stabilize. "Ready?"

Her eyes shot open, frantic, glaring, hungry. "Fuck m..."

My tongue plunged into her mouth, my lips locking to hers. They vibrated as she groaned, her hands trying to grab at me. I smiled as I turned her, letting my hands roam across her belly, her breasts, slipping my fingertips across her nipples as she shuddered. I stroked her thighs and shoulders with tentacle tips, then slipped a pair between her legs. One slipped in easily, at least at first, as she moaned into my mouth again. I tilted her head back as I kept turning her until I pressed her back to me, my hands first focused on her breasts, one then slipping down between her thighs.

She slumped backward, and I trickled a Stabilize into her left nipple. Her back arched and she gasped as I pulled my mouth away from her. "I'd fill your mouth too," I whispered, "but I want. To hear. You scream." With each phrase, I slipped further into her. I looked through her eyes, felt through her skin, focused on the feel of my tentacle filling her, gently pressing her open. I writhed, looking for the spot, and she responded, writhing in turn. "My... my Hero..."

"If you pass out on me, I swear I'm gonna Stabilize your fuckin' clit." I half growled, half laughed. Then I froze.

"What... what would that feel like?"

I slipped a single finger into her, then up to massage her hood back. She swelled beneath me, shuddering, and I froze again. "Like that, only way more intense." One of my tentacles reached for the second bottle, pouring oil over her ass, over the tentacle playing with it. Yeah, sixth for me, but Saffron put it closer to second or maybe third, and it's not like Sister Siobhan had an opinion yet. Her eyes shot open as I slipped inside, my tentacles inside her pussy sliding into motion again. "OH! Goddess... that's... intense."

Still feeling through her, I kinda agreed. "Too much?"

"No? Just... heat. Spicy."

My hands still tangled in her hair, I turned her to face me, kissed her. "So... just the tiniest bits of spice for Sister Siobhan Darling, so she tastes everything else that much more intensely?"

She rolled and writhed at that, but moaned out, "hearing you... you call me darling..."

I chuckled, and she convulsed as my tentacles found the spot inside her as my finger ran along under her hood. "You first, remember?" I slipped more inside her, stroked her, played with her, faster as her back arched, I turned her and put my mouth over her nipple, sliding the edge of my teeth across it as I plunged into her faster and faster.

"Goddess! Goddess! GODD..." before she even lost tension I slipped Mana directly into her clit through my finger. "TABITHA!"

She screamed my name. She screamed it so loud my ears hurt from it, over and over as I kept her coming, bucking against my hands, plunging into her as I did. She screamed and came until her voice broke, her guts clenched, hard, and didn't unclench, and I froze as she whispered out, "Tabitha... goddess... did you like that?"

I lifted my mouth, turned her to whisper into her ear. "Did you?" She just whimpered, and I laughed, low and thick. I had a thought and it came out through my utter lack of filter at the moment. "I'm gonna do something to ya."

"That... that wasn't something?"

"Somethin maybe bad."

"If..." she swallowed, "if it matters, I Consent. Enthusiastically. If it will feel anything like that? I'm not Consenting, I'm demanding. Now, now, now."

I lay my hand, one finger still slick, over her belly, felt the muscles knotted there. "Sore?"

"Yes. A little. I'm not sure I could... Oh." She went silent as I slipped a Heal into her, the muscles going loose. Then starting to tense again. "What?"

"If you Heal someone after they work out, they won't get stronger. If you Heal someone, their body doesn't get to react to things naturally. To get used to things. So it's just the same reaction every time."

"Did... It's going to be that intense every time?"

"I dunno. But I hope so. 'Cause if it does I'm gonna keep doing that to you every time after."

"Holy Goddess I am going to die and I'm begging you to kill me that way and I love fucking life."

"Sister! I don't think I've ever heard you curse before?"

She turned her head as far as I would let her and smiled at me. "Who's cursing? This is life with fucking, and I love it."

I leaned back, my own tentacles supporting me, and leaned her back across me. I slipped one hand back between her legs. "Paying attention?"

"How could I not?"

I slipped two fingers inside her, slipping tentacles out to make room. She gasped, and I peeked into her brain as I sought out those spots again. My thumb toying with her clit, I said, "I don't want to hear you scream my name this time."

"N... no?"

I shook my head as I pulled her lips almost to mine. "I want to feel it." Our lips slid together, and I stroked her with my fingers, my thumb. My tentacles rubbed across her nipples, and I felt the world go fuzzy for her. Fuzzier... fuzzier... I let Mana leak out of my thumb, out of my fingers, and she screamed into my mouth, her whole body arching, forcing my fingers to press deeper, rub harder. Again I let her scream my name until her voice devolved to mewling whimpers.

Again I slipped my hand across her belly, her throat, Healing her. "I don't know if I'm going to emerge from this entirely sane, Tabitha."

"Say it again?"

"Tabitha?"

"Yeah. Nice. Me likey. Now, you paying attention?"

"Holy Goddess what are you going to do nyyaaahhh..." I'd lifted her up and around, sliding her knees over my shoulders, slipping my tongue inside of her. The taste of her, almost citrus sour, lit a hunger in me, and my tongue roamed her labia, her lips, sliding up, tilting her until I lapped at her clit, my hands fondling her breasts, fingers rubbing across her nipples.

I wanna hear it again.

"Oh. Oh Goddess, this is different. Slower. It's... Goddess... Oh, Goddess..." I lapped at her more, insistently, fiercely. I sucked at her, feeling her swell in my mouth, letting her press against my teeth. I gently pinched at her nipples, and her back arched with agonizing slowness. "Oh... Oh, Goddess.... Oh... Oh... Tabitha..." She panted my name, over and over, like a mantra, until her whole body snapped rigid, pressing her pussy into my face. "TABITHA!"

No Stabilize this time. No Mana. Just her, coming for me, calling my name as she writhed and bucked and I didn't stop until the heaving, bucking, twitches stopped, and she whispered, "oh, my Hero. My beautiful, loving Goddess. My Tabitha. That was wonderful."

I stood, stretching, until she lay before me, legs hooked over my hips. I lifted her enough to look me in the eye, and shifted to boy mode. She tensed. "You no like?"

She swallowed. "I am yours to do with as you wish, Hero."

I shook my head, back to normal, and her legs wrapped around me. "What I wish is to hear you, feel you, scream my name while flooded with pleasure."

She giggled. "Done!"

I chuckled in response, tentacles moving her around, flipping her face down as I leaned back on a set myself, spreading my legs open. "Were you paying attention, Sister?"

She looked a little overwhelmed, but not unwilling, as I lowered her toward me. "Hands, please, Goddess?" I slipped the tentacles around her arms up to her shoulders, then down to her breasts. "That's... very distracting."

"Hmmm... Yeah, but I like how they feel when they stiffen and crinkle."

"How does that feel?" I lifted her up until she could reach my nipples with her hands, then her tongue. "Oh, that is delightful."

"You're telling me?" Mana raced through me, and I groaned. "Fuck, S... Sister."

"Tch. Almost."

"Wanna know a secret?"

She slid her palms over my breasts, my nipples responding to her touch, my brain fuzzing and fritzing. "About you? Always?"

"I completely lose control of my mouth if I come hard enough."

"Oh! Well then. I hope I'm a quick learner." She pushed down, and I lowered her until she lowered her mouth over my clit, tongue slipping down to lap at my pussy before slipping back up to tease at me. I lay back and just let her please me, moving us both as she shifted her hands, pressing me to move me so she could reach my breasts with one hand. I growled and groaned as her hand worked at my breast, my nipple, my clit, and I stiffened in response.

"Shit, you keep dragging this out I'm gonna fuck you mercilessly the moment I come. You're gonna be coming too hard to hear your own fuckin' name."

She lifted her head, smiled at me, and said, "oh. No. Not that. Whatever shall I..." she pursed her lips and blew. The cold air shocked me, shoving me closer again, but refusing to let me slip over the edge. She held me there, sliding me back and forth with her tongue. I almost came, and she stopped, giggled, and said, "Saffron is right. Just like pie." Then she went back to work, pushing me back to the edge she'd let me slip back from. I felt her fingers slip inside me as her mind slipped into mine. Thinking wasn't a thing, just feeling, I had no idea what she was...

She found that spot.

"CUNTLICKINGFINGERBLASTINGFUCKINGICEPOPFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!"

I didn't think. Tentacles writhed around her, plunged into her, Mana flowing directly into every sensitive spot on her body as she unleashed a fucking Stabilize with her fucking fingers and tongue at the same time.

"ICEPOPMANAFUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! SIOBHAN!" I screamed her name as she screamed into me, onto me, both of us locked in place in an endless cycling orgasm. I screamed her name over, and over, and over, until my throat was raw, my voice hoarse.

I slipped her up along me, sliding along the sweat that drenched both of us, enjoying the overwhelming, excessive sensation as her nipples slid across mine. She lay there, limp, atop me, arms dangling to either side. "Hey. Siobhan. Need a Revive?"

She groaned as her lips curved. "No. I am dead. This is my afterlife. My reward. My eternal reward is being my Goddess' eternal reward." She groaned again. "Oh, I may be paralyzed though."

I chuckled. "Can you move your arms? Your fingers?"

She flopped one arm over above her head, then slid it back until two Pumpkin Spice drenched fingers lay just under my nose. She wiggled them. "I guess so."

"Good enough. Your tongue still works. I'll move the rest."

She giggled, then laughed, then groaned as she curled up laughing atop me. "Oh. Oh, Goddess. Oh, Tabitha. Oh, that hurts. Aches."

"Want a Heal?"

"Yes, NO! Wait. Not yet."

"No?"

She panted a little as she groaned again. "Aftershocks. I think I'm still. Ohhh... Tabitha."

She moaned out my name, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her up so I could whisper in her ear, her hair dangling around me. "Tell me when they're done?"

She giggled again, then moaned. "How do I know when they're done? I've never had ohhh.... another one. An orgasm before today."

I shook my head. "That's so weird. I mean, I guess I get it, Dan just don't seem all that into Sapphic stuff. And you don't seem into, y'know, guys."

"I'm sorry. I ohhh... another one."

"Tch. Don't apologize. You like what you like. Fuck, if I had to go boymode just to bang you, that might make me feel some kinda way, but 'oh, no, I've got to not shapeshift' is like, the lamest complaint about a partner I can think of."

"Oh, no... I think I'm going to keep having aftershocks until I die."

"Eh. I'll Revive you."

"I meant of old age."

I stroked her hair, loving the feel of it, even just a little greasy and soaked with sweat. We lay there, and after a few minutes I facepalmed. "Fuck."

"What?"

"I forgot. I had a whole bottle of wine I was gonna drink by pouring it between your tits while I ate you out."

She shrugged. "We could drink it now. I'm afraid I'm a bit of a lightweight, though. One glass and I'm ready for bed."

I looked around at the mess of our picnic, our clothes, overacting the gesture for her, "you mean you weren't ready for this?"

She slapped at me playfully. "I meant ready for sleep."

"Ohhh! Oh, no, we can't have that. No wine for you. After all..."

I rolled us over into the bed, lying her on her back while I loomed over her on hands and knees. "We're not done with you yet."

She paled, her eyes open wide. "Oh, fuck me."

"Did that. Saffron's turn."

"Oh. Oh, shit. You told me, didn't you? You all told me."

"We absolutely did," my Kitten chimed in from where she lounged on the divan, leaning against Marie. "Will you back out now?"

"Just to be clear," I said, talking over my horny High Priestess, who stared at Siobhan like a cat looking at sashimi. "That is absolutely an option. They want you. I want them to have you. I want you to be a gift from you and I to them, and... look, I want. They want. We want. But what we want most?" She looked up at me, the question clear in her eyes. "Is for you to want as much as we do."

"I... I don't know if I want that." I did my very best not to slump. Saffron and Marie, of course, remained as still as hunting felines are wont to do. "But I do know I want you. I want to make you happy. I want her, so different to you. I... I am terrified of Marie, but even in that terror I want... I want to explore what that, what she, will do to me."

"No rule says you have to do it now."

"But we pl... No, no, Tabitha, I want this. I want this now. Just like I wanted you to divest me of any scraps of 'virginity', to deflower me fully. Please."

I smiled, leaned down, and kissed her. I savored her mouth, smiling as pumpkin spice filled my mouth, my nose. I didn't even like the flavor all that much, but after this morning the smell of it made my lady bits clench pleasantly. I pulled back, grinning down at her, and asked, "do you really, really want to be scared?"

"I... I lost my virginity, was fully deflowered, by the Mor Primordial Mimic atop a field of her tentacles, with some part of me worried that at any moment she would lose control and rend me asunder, consuming me body and Soul. If you asked me to do so again? I would do so in a heartbeat."

"Well. Fuck. Did I give you a fear fetish or something?"

"Not. Complaining. Now, you said you were going to scare me?"

I smiled down at her, looking her right in the eye and letting her watch me climax as I sang, "I don't have any Skills yet."

"I'm going to die. Not a complaint, just an observation."

"Dibs on Reviving her!" I called out as I rolled backwards off the bed.

"Turn her ninety degrees, please?" my Kitten absolutely did not 'ask' as she walked up one of the little staircases. Obedient to the will of my tiny tyrant, I lifted Siobhan on a platform of semi-incorporeal tentacles, turned her sideways so her head rested toward one side of the bed, where Saffron sashayed up to her. "Thank you, love." I flopped onto the divan, reaching out to interlace my fingers with Marie's, as Saffron looked down at Siobhan, one foot to either side of her head.

She shook her head just a tiny bit. "I'm afraid my loving, passionate, goofy wife has left you not quite fully deflowered."

"Wait, what?"

Saffron dropped to her knees, missing Siobhan's shoulders by a hair's breadth. Taking Siobhan's hands in her own, she lifted them to cup her own breasts. Siobhan chuckled and said, "oh, I think I've done this before though. Again, not complaining."

"Mmm... Yes, I was watching you both at the time. Incredible. You're very talented. But... stop talking and show me." She spread her knees, lowering herself just a little, and Siobhan, obedient to the will of my bodacious beauty, raised her mouth and slipped her tongue across Saffron's pussy. One of her hands started to slip down, and Saffron grabbed at her wrist. "I prefer both breasts. Please." Siobhan didn't answer, just took a firmer grip, fondling and rolling Saffron's nipples between her fingers as I slipped a pillow beneath her head. "Perfect, just like that, don't stop. If you pass out, I saw what you did with your tongue."

Siobhan made one quiet interrogative squeak, and then Saffron bent forward, lowered her face between Siobhan's legs, one hand slipping beneath to lift her hips until I slipped another pillow under them, then fondling her ass as her tongue explored. Tasted. Tickled and tantalized, her arms wrapping around her thighs, fingers exploring inside her as Siobhan's efforts got more and more frantic, disjointed. As Siobhan's back tried to arch under Saffron's weight, I slipped inside both of them, wanting to feel what they felt. Mana flowed through Siobhan, reaching her tongue just as her orgasm reached its peak. Saffron's fingers flexed, pressed that spot like a doorbell, rubbing her fingers across it as she came.

Watching from the outside, especially with neither of them channeling my functionally limitless Mana, it seemed to end way faster than it had in M-Space. Saffron pushed herself up to her hands and knees, then crawled around until she lay atop Siobhan. I watched, fascinated, as her breasts swayed beneath her. She lowered her mouth next to Siobhan's ear and said, "you cheated, Ice Pop."

Siobhan snorted. "Cheated?"

"Mmm... totally unfair. Good girl. Now, ready to be more deflowered?"

"Ah... I'm frightened."

"I can tell. You're dripping. With sweat. Not to mention elsewhere. Did you like the tentacles?"

I watched in the mirror as Siobhan's eyes slid closed. "Oh. Oh, yes."

Saffron smiled. "Oh, good." She slipped backward, rising to her knees, pulling Siobhan's ass up onto her thighs.

I recognized that position. "Wait!' Saffron raised an eyebrow. Then slipped inside Siobhan, pulling their hips snug together.

"OH! OH, Goddess! That... You...:" She gazed up at Saffron, who smiled down at her. "Oh, that's nice."

Saffron raised an eyebrow and looked me right in the eye. "Boys. Not penetration. Or cock. Goof." With each word, she thrust again, and Siobhan gasped.

"Siobhan?"

"Ye... yes... Yes, Tab... Tab..."

"Yeah, if you scream my name she's gonna feel some kinda way. Just wanted to say, you're well and truly fucked."

"Being.... Yes... Yes! YES! SAFFRON!" Her back arched until she supported her weight on the back of her head and her hips bucking against Saffron's. Then, as her thrashing started to subside, Saffron reached out, gripped her firmly by the waist, lifted her off the bed entirely, and proceeded to fuck her, hard and fast and absolutely without the slightest shred of mercy. I slipped inside Siobhan's mind and was washed away by a tidal bore of endless orgasm as Saffron showed exactly what that much Skill could do to an innocent, fresh, sensitive body like Siobhan's.

Eventually Siobhan's screaming Saffron's name wound down to a hoarse rasp, and our merciless Imperator smiled down. "Good girl." She leaned over and stroked her hand along Siobhan's throat.

"Oh. Oh, thank you, Saffron. That... how do you all keep from being hoarse all the time?"

Saffron laughed, the sound rich and full in our little love nest. "Oh, we don't normally have all day, and we don't normally have such a lovely siren to sing for us all." Her fingers traced Siobhan's throat, her chin, her mouth. "Tabitha?"

"Yes, Kitten?"

"Lie down on the bed. Feet on the floor, please." What else was I gonna do? I stood up, walked over, and lay down like she said. While I did that she rolled away from Siobhan and, as my Ice Pop watched, exhausted and helpless, walked down the bed steps to stand in front of me. "Bring her around next to you." I lifted Siobhan on a bed of tentacles, hovering her to lie beside me. As her feet passed my waist, Saffron snapped her fingers and, when I looked at her, twirled a finger in the air.

"Oh."

"Hmm... Boots, please." I put The Dress' boots on, and a moment later Saffron stood there in her own boots, her tip pressed against me as I lowered Siobhan into place.

The Grin appeared, and the moment I settled Siobhan on the bed, her neck parallel to my waist, her head dangling upside down, Saffron thrust into me. She took me fast and hard and I came screaming her name, my ankles locked behind her knees. "Holy fucking speedrun, Saffron."

She tapped at my ankles, and I let her go. "Bolster." I tossed her a bolster, and she slipped it under Siobhan's neck. "Ready?"

Siobhan took a deep breath. "Yes, but why..."

Saffron thrust. Her hands clutched at Siobhan's breasts as she shuddered, her hips thrusting without ever slipping her out of Siobhan's mouth. Siobhan's throat distended just a touch, and I murmured, "Can she breathe?"

Whether she could or not, she made her opinion of Saffron's defloration of her mouth clear when she reached around behind Kitten's thighs and pulled her deeper. "She. Doesn't Need." Siobhan swallowed. "Fuck! Siobhan. Goddess! GODDESS! FUCK! SIOBHAN!"

When she shuddered to stillness, Siobhan let go of her, and Saffron staggered backward, her ass hitting the divan with a thump. Siobhan licked her lips. "Apple pie?"

Saffron, still out of breath, panted out, "you. Citrus. Her. Spice. Pie!" She rolled her head over to look at Marie. "See? I was paying attention." Marie rolled her eyes as Saffron turned back to us. "Apologies, Siobhan. I'd intended to finish elsewhere, but... what made you think to swallow just then?"

Siobhan chuckled. "I don't know. It just seemed to be the thing to do at the time?"

"Yes."

We all looked at Marie, and she shrugged. "Somebody did that to you?" Marie smiled, showing all of her fangs. "Brave guy." Marie just nodded.

"So, dear Sister Siobhan, newest lover of our Wife and Wife to be, beloved Mimic Reborn, which of us would you like to finish your defloration?"

"Finish?"

"There's one conventionally used opening remaining, after all."

Siobhan blushed, but didn't look like she was anywhere near fainting. "Oh. Well. We... I mean Tabitha..."

"Tentacles don't count."

As I turned to shoot my tiny terror the most potent 'What the Fuck?' look I could, Siobhan slow blinked, then said, "Marie?"

"Yes?"

"Finish me. We've... Now. Please?" As Marie smiled, rolled to her feet, and stretched, her palms against the ceiling, Siobhan squeaked out, "oh, shit." Marie stalked over, reached down, slid two fingers inside me and lifted me by the hips like I was a fucking bowling ball, tossing me to one side of the bed. I opened my mouth to complain, and she just stared at me, daring me to speak as she wrapped one hand around Siobhan's waist, lifted her, and rotated her to lie on the edge of the bed, one leg dangling.

"Are you okay with this? Not everybody likes that. I'm not personally a fan."

Siobhan looked at the ceiling, and after a moment I realized she was looking at me in the mirror and I met her eyes. "It's definitely spicy. Not what I want every time. Maybe never again. But... this time? Now? Especially with someone like... Someone as skilled as your beloved Marie? Who should have been recognized, celebrated, and rewarded as a Hero by Phileo long, long since?" She turned away from me to face Marie, who'd pulled a thin, flared fascina from the drawer along with the remote. "Finish me, sister Concubine."

Marie grinned from ear to ear, but before she did anything, she lay her claws along Siobhan's neck where it met her shoulder. Then she looked at me. "Please?"

"Shit. Saffron? Who the fuck approved a second Concubine? I've only just started wifing the first one."

Saffron laughed, gently tracing a scar at the juncture of her own neck and shoulder. "Oh, that was in our first discussion, love. Before we were even married. 'a third to handle the overflow'." She looked up at Marie, her eyes as fierce as Murder Mittens ever had been. "Mark her. I want to feel you do it again."

Marie looked at me, pleading in her eyes. "You're all insane. Siobhan? You want a permanent tiger hickey?"

"Oh, that's terrifying." She paused. "Oh, yes. Definitely a fear fetish. Do it."

"Yeah. You're all fuckin' insane. Go ahead, Murder Mittens. Worst thing that happens is you get too excited and rip her head off. You do that you're cleaning it up."

Siobhan shuddered. "Goddess. I don't think I'll be able to oh that's very spicy." Marie ran a thumb across the remote, and Siobhan's eyes crossed. "But how are you going to..." She gasped as Marie lifted one of her legs by the calf, pushing the other to the floor, sliding her own hips, her own clit, right up against Siobhan's.

"Oh, shit, that really works?" Marie shot me a look, and I got the point, shut up, and did the smart thing. I slipped my mind into Siobhan's just in time, as Marie rode her. Clit against clit, mound against mound, as she slowly pushed Siobhan's leg further up, leaned further forward with each thrust. I didn't notice her reaching around until two fingers thrust, one working the vibrating fascina, the other plunging inside, driven unerringly to the spot I'd found by groping trial and error. Fuckin' skills. Literally.

Siobhan came. Saffron and I came with her, moaning Marie's name as Siobhan screamed it. Then Marie lunged, and I heard Siobhan's hip pop out of the socket, the ocean of ongoing orgasm endorphins making it... inconvenient. An afterthought, much like the fangs sliding into her shoulder. She kept coming, harder and harder as Marie teased at every inch of her, her other claws, no longer needed to hold Siobhan's neck still, wandered to her breasts to play with her nipples.

Then Marie came. Roaring her climax into Siobhan's neck, shaking the whole bed, shaking Siobhan, who clung to her, sinking her fingers into Marie's arms, her orgasm still shaking her like a storm door in a hurricane. Achingly slowly, Marie's thrusting never ceasing, Siobhan's vision dulled, blurred, and went black.

I blinked, staring at Marie as she shuddered to a stop. "Fuck, is she dead?"

Saffron laughed. "No, Goof. She just passed out. Lovely tigress, are you done?"

Marie's hips twitched. Aftershocks.

"Ah. Well. In your own time, then. I think we'd best Heal her before she wakes." Marie growled. "Her hip. I swear, you're as goofy as Tabitha some days."

"Hey, you're the one who buried yourself in Himbos."

Saffron smiled at me. "So thoughtful, Goof. Should I die in a manner befitting a Heroic burial, bury me in Himbos. The two of you and the boys to start, at least. As many more as you can find."

"Why exactly wouldn't I be Reviving you?"

She laughed. "Who said I didn't want to be Revived first?"

Slowly, gently, snickering as she did, Marie disengaged her fangs from Siobhan, who shuddered faintly as Marie's mouth slid away from her. Blood pooled in the punctures, but only a bit. "How the fuck do you do that?"

"She carefully slides her fangs between the blood vessels and bones, Goof. Lovely Marie is very precise." Marie just grinned at me and nodded as she stood, gently lowering Siobhan's leg until, with a twist, she popped it back in place.

Siobhan's eyes shot open at that. "Oh!" A moment later, Saffron lay a hand on her. "Ah. Thank you, Saffron. May I call you Kitten?"

"Do you want me to bite you?"

Siobhan, laughter in her voice, said, "considering what happened last time you put part of me in your mouth? Kitten it is."

Saffron looked at me, rolling her eyes. "See what you've done? Corrupted her. Completely spoiled. Utterly ruined." Then she leaned over and kissed her long and hard enough to have given her an impromptu tonsillectomy. When she came back up for air, she smiled. "Apple pie indeed. Excellent work, ladies." She lay a hand on Siobhan's belly. "Sister, are you satisfied with your defloration, then?"

"Only if you call me Siobhan."

Saffron booped her on the nose and said, "Well then, Siobhan it is." She looked at Marie. "Ready?"

Marie nodded. Before I could ask, 'ready for what', the world got all topsy turvey as she grabbed me and flipped me around. I wound up on my back again, arched just a little, my hips supported by the bolster Siobhan had abandoned, Murder Mitten's kitty closing with my face. "What..."

I stopped talking. Mouth full. Ocean. Tiger pussy vibrating as I instinctively clutched at her hips and licked and she purred and growled at the same time. Then Saffron plunged into me, no more merciful than before. As she thrust inside me, her thumb rubbing against my clit as she dragged me toward an orgasm I had not expected at all, Siobhan's mind slipped into mine. I dangled above the bed, supported by Marie's outstretched claws, which rubbed at my nips as her tongue explored me, no less skilled at this than she had been earlier. Saffron's mouth clamped over mine, and we savored the taste of mock apple pussy fucking hell Marie slipped into my head, a passion fueled tongue lapping at me, driving me toward another orgasm as I licked at the cool little ice pop and felt her spasm and holy fuckballs Saffron plunged her mind into mine as she plunged that oversized and growing cock into me over and over, pussy grabbing at it with muscles like steel, convulsing around it, milking it as I shared the taste of my Goddess with her newest lover. I grinned into our new little Ice Pop's mouth and thought, We're gonna make you come now.

Seven fucking syllables. Literally. I came. They came. We, all at once like a literal fucking orgasm avalanche, came. Screaming incoherent passion into each other, the world going white, then fading to peaceful, blissful, post-coital black.