The ride back was uneventful, thank God.

Our arrival at the hotel was quiet and professional, and in a matter of minutes, I’d handed off the mouse girls, who were already asleep in their basket, and told their family that they’d had a fun night.

I passed by Orna as I deposited Maggie in her own room. She smiled at the two of us, and nodded at Maggie with a wink as she stood up and kissed my cheek. Then she nodded to Maggie once again, before she went back to one of her projects in one of the rooms she’d taken over.

I refused to dwell on the implications of that little interaction. It was too late, I was too tired, and it had been too wild for me to spare it anything other than a shudder. The amused look on Maggie’s face as I said goodnight to her was also worrisome, but that was a problem for the morning.

After that, I had a bath drawn in my own room, and all but jumped into the thing.

Maggie was right; it felt like heaven.

For a few minutes, I just soaked and drifted my mind away, letting everything that had happened to me just roll through my thoughts. What I had seen, what I had done, and even what I’d heard, it all washed over me as I just relaxed and breathed.

I could feel myself start to finally calm down.

As I did, I slowly sorted through the events of the night; from the highs to the lows. A definite high would be seeing my old friends Wyatt and Sadie again, or meeting Mark Twain and General Grant. The music was also another high.

The lows were pretty obvious, such as cultist lunatics, fighting for my life, being covered in blood. Generally almost dying, a lot, at what was supposed to be a well to do party. The police, their paperwork and general rude arrogance.

The drinks weren’t bad.

The kids were terrifying, though having a cat-girl and tiny mouse-girls to distract them with certainly mitigated their usual energetic terror.

I also deliberately avoided thinking about certain frightening things, like the implications of the Wife Stables Law, or Princess Ella’s kiss. Or how much I enjoyed it. Or how good she tasted.

Or how good Maggie felt curled up into me.

Or remembering the kiss from Lilly at the train station, and the looks of hunger and longing I’d noticed from her of late.

Or how Orna and Maggie were close, and shared things. Or their odd interaction in the hallway.

And definitely not what the two of them would look like together with a lot less fabric on them, while sitting on a bed. One roomy enough for another person to join them. Yeah, I certainly wasn’t dwelling on any of that.

This isn’t going well. I thought darkly, shaking my head. Thinking about all sorts of women well out of my league was fun, but not actually very relaxing. So I changed up my focus, going back to the mission. What went right, what went wrong.

What was just bonkers crazy on all sides.

Those shimmering walls of light and energy were annoying. I thought darkly. They had us hung out to dry. Thank God that lunatic liked to hear himself talk!

As I thought about that dead bastard, I belatedly realized that I didn’t know his name. He’d never introduced himself, which made me frown in confusion. That fact I found odd, given how much he liked to talk.

It felt off for some reason, but then crazy was crazy, when all was said and done, and I’d certainly seen my share of that.

Then my mind flashed back to when it had all started, and my frown deepened.

At the very beginning, it was the corpse of a gangster and a lack of staff that had got our attention. The originally planted false flag to take the majority of the blame for whatever those creeps had had planned. The corpse and lack of staff had been answered, but in all the excitement and battle, we’d forgotten to look for something.

The shotgun.

Then ting that had killed the gangster in the first place. Most shotguns are made to have more than one shot, yet this one was only shot once. On top of that, it was somehow easily concealable, since it caught the gangster by surprise, and yet none of the cultists had used a scattergun in any of their fights.

It was also nowhere to be found.

That worried me, a lot.

For no other reason than the possible mastermind was still out there, and that meant this situation could very well happen all over again. Still, I had no idea what I was looking for, so had to go with the thought that my part in this mess was mostly over. All that remained was visiting a weapons store and getting a new sword.

I think that fella where I bought my last sword told me about his brother and his shop out here. I thought as I slowly pulled myself out of the tub and started getting dried and dressed for bed. I’ll have to pay his shop a visit to replace the one I gave Ella.

I was looking forward to a restful day tomorrow, that was for sure.

Then it was a day or two before the big exhibition, since while this mess might delay it, I knew it wouldn’t be delayed by much, if at all. Far too much money had been tied up in it, from all the country, and probably the world, to postpone it for any length of time. So next was Orna’s big day at the big Coppersmith Exhibition.

Then my promised ticket for the airship, and then at last, the airship ride to parts unknown.

Can’t wait. I thought sardonically as I headed into my proper bedroom. City life just ain’t for me. Much too violent.

I walked into my bedroom area, dry and dressed for bed, and stopped cold in the doorway at what I saw there.

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My bed wasn’t empty.

There was a cat lying on it.

Specifically, a beautiful cat-girl beastkin who was looking at me with a sultry grin on her face as she laid on my bed. Naked. Or as naked as a fur covered woman could ever really get.

Which was very naked, it turned out.

“Oh damn.” I groaned quietly, staring at her.

She grinned even more impishly at me at that. “How was your bath, Jake?”

“It was fine,” I replied, slowly walking into the room, but not to the bed. Not yet.

“I enjoyed the short one I took as well.” She smiled, and moved her arms and legs up and down her body as she lay on her side, letting me see everything. Her tail was an interesting extra dynamic, as it twirled back and forth behind her, drawing the eye to all sorts of places on her body.

“Are you sure that Orna is okay with this?” I asked, stubbornly keeping myself still in the middle of the room. I had always found beastkin women exotic and alluring, and now at last one was right here, offering herself up for my taking!

If I took anymore steps closer to her, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

However, I wanted an answer to that first. It still felt bizarre to me, the whole embracing of polygamy and harems, when I knew for a fact our country had basically gotten rid of that before the Shattering. But needs must, and all that, as they say.

Still, I had to know the answer to that first.

There was a reason harems weren’t the norm in most Western societies in the world, or weren’t before the Shattering and Civil War anyway. That reason was also pretty simple: humans didn’t share very well. At all.

Much as I wanted this, and I did, I would not ruin all that I already had for it.

“She is.” Maggie nodded with a pleased smile. “Apart from her nod of approval when we came back from our wild concert, I tracked her down and spoke with her before I came here. I was lucky you took a long bath.”

“You actually managed to pull her away from her gizmo’s?” I asked, laughing as I slowly began to walk closer to her, my eyes devouring her tight, toned body. Most people thought of beastkin as having very plushy, very shaggy fur on their bodies.

They were wrong.

It was more like a thin layer, so short, almost bristly even though it was soft, or at least looked soft on her. It most certainly didn’t hide anything on her body, which while muscled from a hard life, also had a surprising number of little curves in just the right places. Like just the right amount of frosting for a large cake.

Her long white hair was tumbling down her shoulders, mixing in with her white and grey streaked fur. Her nose, a blend of a human nose with a cats nose was mostly covered, with the pink tip, was a cute button nose. Her lips were pink and stood out from her white fur, and looked very kissable at the moment.

“I did.” Maggie giggled, which made her perky, fur covered breasts capped with pink nipples jiggle enticingly. “A hard job, no question! But I’ve had experience doing it since we were kids, so I was able to survive.”

“And?” I asked, arriving at the bed, enjoying her sinewy, tight body that had nicely flared hips, long legs, and an certain triangular area that was deliciously furless.

And seemed to be excited all on its own.

“She said she was looking forward to being true sister-wives. She also said you’d wear me out.” Maggie licked her lips with a very rough looking tongue. “I can’t wait. I’m done talking. Please!”

“Please what?” I asked, reaching out and snatching her tail, as I gently stroked the tiny, warm fur on her hip, feeling the soft, inviting flesh beneath. I noticed several scars across her body, but they only added to her exotic allure.

I looked from her body to her blue-green eyes. Eyes that were smoldering from a deep hunger. One that I knew I had mirrored in my own.

“Please what, my little kitten?” I asked, grinning at her.

“Oh you!” She mock glared at me and sat up to swat at me with her delicate hands that were half hand, half paw, and held her claws. I caught her strike by the wrist and pulled her to me, wrapping her in my other arm as I kissed her deeply and hungrily.

She immediately started purring, which caused a strange, tingling vibration to course through my tongue as I tasted her. She tasted like wild berries and milk. My tongue felt her sharp teeth, which she carefully kept in check as her rough tongue pushed into my own mouth.

I let go of her wrist to stroke her hair, and her long, furry, pointed ears while she wrapped herself around me, her legs and feet twirling around my waist and her arms around my shoulders. All her short, tiny fur felt warm, silky smooth, and almost ticklish in a few places. My hands found their way to her waist and tail, and I enjoyed stroking that as we enjoyed one another’s mouths.

I knew I’d been hungry for her, but I hadn’t known how hot she was for me.

We finally broke apart and gasped for air, our eyes locked on one another, before I grinned evilly at her.

“Please what, kitten?” I repeated, and she blinked before she stuck her tongue out at me as she let go of me and fell back to the bed.

“Please take me!” She groaned, rolling over on her belly, and then propping herself up on her hands and knees, her butt pointed up towards my face, wiggling with her tail. “Take me hard!”

“Of course kitten.” I couldn’t resist calling her that, just to get under her skin, as I reached out and stroked her fur covered plump butt, making her quiver and groan. I quickly stripped off my bed clothes, stepped up behind her, and took a moment to just stroke and feel her up.

She moaned at that, and wiggled her butt some more, her tail going all over the place.

“Please!” She moaned. “I’ve wanted this since the street battle! And I’ve wanted you since you trusted me enough to watch your back. Please! I don’t want to wait anymore!”

“Neither do I.” I growled out, my hands seizing her hips and slowly, oh so slowly pulling her back onto my own quivering member. “I’ve wanted you since I saw you covered in blood and grinning about it. And now I have you! You are mine!”

So saying, I pulled her back as I thrusted forward, and slid into her, hard.

We both groaned as I stroked her before gripping her and sliding back, just to thrust forward again, harder. Her tail glided across my chest, tickling me and driving me even more wild. Soon, I began to wildly thrust into her setting up a rhythm with a steady slap slap slap of flesh.

She moaned and purred in pleasure, even as her arms gave out and she fell forward to her elbows, her face burying itself into the mattress. My hands moved toward, stroking along the very human body that happened to have a some fur and a tail, before I gripped her bouncing breasts and started squeezing them. I tweaked her pink nipples and kneaded her breasts, enjoying the exotic feeling of the extreme my short, and oh so soft fur on her boobs as we continued thrusting.

Soon enough, we were both getting worked up, and we both started thrusting harder and harder, hammering into each other as we did.

Finally, the pleasure overcame us, and we climaxed, one after the other, but by then it was so hazy that I wasn’t sure who was first. Not that it mattered really. I poured my seed deep into her, and she moaned with pleasure as she all but rammed her butt back into me, taking it all deep in her. After the pleasure had tore through us, we both all but slumped onto the bed tangled up in each other.

“Thank you.” She said, feeling her lower stomach while she curled into me. “I’ve wanted to do that for days. And you did not disappoint.”

“Glad to meet expectations.” I chuckled, wrapping her into my embrace and pulling her into me. “It’s still strange to me that we’re doing all this. But so long as you and Orna get along with each other and with me, I’m fine with it.”

“Good,” Maggie sighed, fading off fast. Truthfully I was too. It had been a long night.

“See you in the morning my dear.” I told her, as I felt myself start to slowly fade out into sleep. Pulling the covers over us, we snuggled up into the warmth, and soon, I could my mind shutting down.

Whatever other problems there were, they would keep till tomorrow. For right now, she and I had earned our right to point out what’s worth a damn, and what isn’t. And we’d definitely earned some rest.

Soon, she and I started fading off.

And then I knew no more, as sleep came, and wild dreams to go with it.

Whatever came tomorrow, my friends and family were ready for it. So, with that feeling in my heart, I soon passed out for the rest of the night.

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