Day One Thousand One Hundred And Nineteen

Dear Diary,

So weird, having all kinds of feels that otherwise might drop me into a bunch of guilt, where I'd expect myself to spiral, but, like, not doing that.

Seriously, I don't think of myself as anywhere near 'fully healed' from all the trauma I accrued back in the day, let alone any of the shit that's happened to me here and now. Thing is, it's clearly a sign of improvement when I can look at stuff that would have devastated the me from two years ago and just chuckle and roll with it.

I mean, the core presents from my partners did not hurt at all when it came to 'pumping me more full of dopamine than I pumped Mittens full of kittens'. Not just that, but at least half of them weren't sex or even really sex related. Which to be clear there isn't anything wrong with sex, but when I realize I'm getting happy brain chemicals from things other than sex I think it might mean that I'm recovered enough that I notice smaller improvements to my mental state. It's like, if you've got ten tons of trash to get into the dumpster, one bag isn't gonna look like you moved anything, but if you're down to a couple hundred pounds, one bag might not be a very big chunk, but it's a noticeable chunk nonetheless.

So yeah, I forgot my own fuckin' birthday. Forgot it so hard that I noticed my ladies running around doing surreptitious shit and just assumed that there was another clandestine operation going on, and I'd be told where I needed to go and what I needed to do when I was needed to go and do. Which honestly isn't all that far from what happened, but instead of doing some spontaneous shit wrecking, I got handed one incredible experience after another, each one washing more of the tension and trauma away.

I mean, I know it doesn't work like that, trauma doesn't heal from one event, no matter how wonderful, but sometimes having one good experience after another can change those habits of thought that make trauma so self-reinforcing.

But I guess the first thing that knocked some of the guilt out of my head was realizing that all the calendar issues I talked about yesterday affect more than just my memory of my loved ones. If I don't even remember my own fuckin' birthday, I feel less bad about imperfect recall of my kids' birthdays.

That thought washed through me as my ass flopped to the divan, while Siobhan sang Happy Birthday to me. I realized that along with Saffron, who'd delivered me to the Bedroom, Karen stood off to one side. When Siobhan went quiet, Karen stepped forward just a tiny bit, then announced, "Goddess, I present to you Archmage Sister Siobhan Darling, who having passed her Trials awaits only your personal blessing to become a High Priestess of Tabitha Diaz."

Yeah, I'm pretty sure Karen was looking at me, but the moment I heard her say those words, everything but Siobhan kinda disappeared for me. "Lights, ten."

I stood as she knelt there blinking in the sudden light, crossed the space between us without really thinking about it, then froze as I really drank in the sight of her in that Yandere Shobitch Wedding Gown. Like I'd noticed previously, each of them was custom tailored, and Siobhan's was no exception. I'm not sure how he'd done it, because other than the sparkly glass looking rounded rather than sharp, I couldn't spot any major differences, but somehow Siobhan's Holy Garb looked more demure. Softer. Less immodest, even as I realized that I could glimpse just about every inch of her as my approach shifted my angle of viewing.

"I want to kiss you."

She smiled up at me. "Then do so, my Goddess."

I pouted just the tiniest bit. "What was that?"

She caught on immediately. "Then do so, Tabitha."

I brought my hands up slowly, fighting the urge to grab her and devour her mouth with mine. As I brought them up, my knuckles brushed against her. Against where her breasts...

"Holy shit. You're way curvier than I remember."

She giggled, although it slipped into something closer to a throaty chuckle as I deliberately brushed my knuckles across the front of her still covered breasts. "I'm told that's a common occurrence when one becomes a mother."

I froze with my hands almost touching her, almost cupping her breasts. "I... I want to fondle the fuck out of you."

'"Then do so. Although I hope you'll fondle the fuck into me as well?"

I glanced up into her eyes to see a blush across her cheeks, rapidly spreading out from there, but no sense of shame. I took a deep breath, pulled my hands away from her a touch, then asked, "what do you want?"

"Pardon?"

"I want to know what you want. What you want me to do to... with you."

She smiled, that chuckle happening again, although the giggle was still part of it. "I want you to do with me as you will. Take me gently and sweetly or ravish me savagely, leave me quietly satisfied or wrecked and far past satiation." She smiled, and I noticed her hands twitch where she'd kept them on her thighs this whole time. "Now I have this Holy Garb, and it will restore me at sunrise, restore anything short of death." Her giggling chuckle returned as she whispered, "and should that happen, it would be terrifying to stare at my corpse while you did the same with my Soul; I shudder to think how deeply that would arouse me without the limitations of my physical form."

I do not know how she managed to make that sound sweet. Hot, shit yeah, but it sounded... Sweet. Innocent. Like her dress looked. Despite the dubious opacity of most of it, it still looked like something someone would wear on their wedding day. I blinked. "Did... Did you want... Do you want to marry me?"

She laughed joyously, without the slightest tinge of hurt or hurtfulness. "No, Tabitha. I am satisfied with my current role, my current pos... My current Title. Although I suppose High Priestesses are often thought of as the brides of their Deities. But that would make eight Wives for you, and some not married to one another. So complicated. So confusing. No, my love, I will remain your Concubine. Yours and hers and Marie's."

"What if Tallulah finally decides she's ready for that baby she's talked about? She'd wind up my Wife too."

Siobhan just smiled. "Oh, no, I'll have yet another Mistress to satisfy. So much more work than satisfying my sister Concubine when she's in need."

Absolutely no anger in my words, I said, "you're just full of snark today, aren't you?"

She finally lifted one hand, placing her fingertips on her mouth before saying, "oh, no! That won't do at all. You'd best plunge it all out of me as you complete my ordination!"

"What if I like you a little snarky?"

"Oh, no! You must weld it all in place as you complete my ordination!"

With that both of us laughed, and I heard Karen and Saffron chuckling from the divan. "So... Anything I want?" Siobhan nodded. "Fast," I noticed her tense with anticipation at that word, "or slow," a shudder rippled away that tension, "my choice?"

Her eyes slipped closed and she whispered, "satisfy yourself, Tabitha. Satiate yourself, even. I fear neither death nor disappointment."

I chuckled a little, then gently lowered that one hand back to her thigh before reaching up and cupping my hands under her breasts without quiet touching them. "Yeah, i know you'll be just as perfect as you are now right after sunrise, but I... I wanna take this slow and savor every bit of you. You're like one of those fancy cakes, and I want to lick each frosting rose off of you one at a time."

I guess the material holding her breasts wasn't as flexible as it looked, because while I didn't see her nipples stiffening, I felt the heat of her blush as it rushed across her breasts. That tiny detail prodded me to close the gap between hands and breasts; I lifted, squeezed gently...

"Holy shit. I know I said you looked curvy, but... Damn." I slipped my hands around behind her ass, fondling it as I lifted her up, straightening just enough that her breasts pressed into my face Yeah, I think the material was just too tight to let stiff nipples show through, because despite how round and full they were, her breasts were still soft, not to mention sensitive, from her quiet gasp.

That softness, that warmth pressed against my face, had me pulling and glancing away, looking at Saffron as I said, "have you seen these? Ice Pop has ample bosoms!"

That got all three of them laughing, although Saffron murmured, "I think I might have noticed, what with being part of the cause."

I froze. Ran my hands over Siobhan's slightly plump, no longer quite as pert behind. Glanced back down at her belly, which still had the slightest post partum softness that I could see through the sheer material. Then brought my hands up and stared in wonder as I fondled her breasts. Seized by a sudden impulse, I slid the cups of her dress down, exposing her nipples. Her stiff nipples that leaked just the slightest pearlescent drops of white as I watched. "Holy shit. You made me a MILF. I mean, you made her a MILF for me."

"You do seem to like them, and you've brought me more fair maidens than I ever thought I'd enjoy. The other won't be for a while yet."

I turned back to Siobhan. "Did you agree to that?"

She looked down, and the thought, I can't see yours, filtered from her brain to mine. As I banished my uniform, she smiled and said, "I'd worried you wouldn't enjoy me as much now."

"More. I... Do you mind if... Shit, you are absolutely perfect. Isn't she perfect, Kitten?"

Saffron chuckled. "I think so, yes."

"Wanna share?"

Saffron snorted. "I think that my answer ought to be, 'this is her Ordination, she deserves your full attention'."

"Would you feel some kinda way if I told you I wasn't talking about you two sharing me at all?"

"Ah..."

Before Saffron could get over her unaccustomed hesitation, I turned back to Siobhan. "Would you mind if Saffron and I spent the next, I dunno, until one of us drops of exhaustion, uh... Using you?"

Yeah, those last two words were hard to say, but holy shit I was glad I had, as Siobhan's eyes went wide, her head nodding like a bobblehead. "Please," she breathed out.

"Due diligence done," I growled out, "Time to do the High Priestess."

I pushed her bodice down, fully exposing her breasts before covering one with my mouth. Sweet, warm milk flowed as I pulled Saffron off the couch, planting her face mouth first onto Siobhan's other breast. I teased at Siobhan's nipple with my tongue, her gasps a symphony of pleasure. She leaned her head forward to press her lips into my hair, but I wanted, needed to hear those gasps. I buried one hand in her hair and pulled her head back upright, even as my other hand slipped under her skirts, between her legs, only to find nothing but thin cords of fabric doing more to hold her sex open than cover it up.

No panties?

I'm not exactly sure how to describe the situation when she moaned out, "and lo, my Goddess did say unto me," then she Mimicked my voice, still groaning as she said, "'keep your underwear minimal'."

Those words spurred me to take advantage of the situation, plunging a finger inside her, then following it with another as her moans lost any semblance to coherent speech. I absently noticed Saffron's hand doing the same with Siobhan's ass, our Darling clenching down as she started to twitch. Overwhelmed with sudden desire as her back started to arch, her belly tensing, I filled my mouth, then pulled away and forced her lips down to mine. My tongue plunged into her mouth, milk spilling alongside it, dripping down our chins and down her throat as she swallowed, clenching and moaning as she came.

I pulled her mouth the tiniest bit away from mine as she started to settle. She whispered, "that was..."

"Just the warm up."

Her eyes shot open as I kissed her again, thumb pressed against her clit, fingers working against her inner walls. Then Saffron lifted her, pressed her against me, trapping her own head between us as the breast I'd abandoned rubbed against my own, the warmth leaking from it lubricating our skin as Saffron rubbed her against me. We held her like that, forcing aftershocks from her until they crested into yet another orgasm, then another, then another, until when I pulled away from her mouth, her tongue followed me and she dangled from our hands, eyes open and staring, her whole body shuddering.

"But... you..."

That's when I gently slid her off the end of the bed until she knelt with the back of her head against the mattress. Before I could move closer, she reached out and pulled on my thighs until she nuzzled her face between my legs, her tongue slipping into and across me, finding that perfect rhythm almost immediately. I felt more than saw Saffron slip in behind me, kneeling in front of Siobhan, her hands slipping between Siobhan's legs and drawing forth moans that felt delicious against my clit.

At some point, probably while I was too distracted screaming incoherent imprecations at the mirrors, Saffron flipped Siobhan and I around, so that my ass rested against the mattress and Saffron could use one hand to keep Siobhan coming while the other one pushed our Ice Pop's face against me, Siobhan's cool little tongue darting in as her fingers explored me, one of them eventually leaving a slick trail up my belly to my breasts.

After the second loss of verbal control, I reached down and pulled her away. She made disappointed Siobhan noises until I said, "can't decide. Scissor or throat."

I did not expect Siobhan to wriggle free of Saffron's grip so quick, nor to grab me by the Shapeshifting as she flopped herself on the bed, her head dangling over the end, her mouth opening wide as she cheekily said, "both?"

I don't think I could have resisted that invitation, even without two sets of hands pushing against the backs of my thighs. As I slid into motion, the sensation driving any sense of restraint from me, Saffron climbed onto the bed, flipped Siobhan and her own skirts out of the way just enough, then began grinding her sex against Siobhan's. That added some vibrato to the mix, and I lost track of everything until Saffron's mouth found mine.

I'm not sure which I liked more; when Saffron and Siobhan swapped places, Ice Pop's mouth redolent of cinnamon spice and sweetness, or when the two of them laid me down in that bottom position and took turns doing unto me.

When I felt the sun nearing the horizon, I lifted Siobhan up, laid her across the end of the bed, and half growled out, "wanna lose your ability to walk?"

It took her a second to gather the breath to say, "do unto me as you will, my Goddess, beloved Tabitha."

Yeah, I think she'd gotten a little sore already, and I also think she gave as few shits about that as I might. Clit against clit, one ankle over my shoulder, her other leg forced down to the floor, I rode her, inexorably pushing down until our mouths met. She tensed, and sudden inspiration gripped me. I pulled away, Murder Mittens' Mimicked fangs filling my mouth, and raised one eyebrow. She shuddered in delicious horny terror, nodding even as her mouth, now free of mine, seemed unable to make any noise but an ever louder moan. I sank my teeth into her shoulder, clamping down as she screamed her orgasm in my ear, blood pouring into my mouth as I came.

Murder Mittens I am not, and I was not precise nor careful with her borrowed fangs. I licked my lips, banishing the fangs as I pulled away just far enough to see Siobhan's eyes rolling back.

"You know what comes next, right?" I leaned down far enough to run my tongue from her nipple to her shoulder, milk and blood mixing in a heady cocktail of lust and power.

Her eyelids flutter, and she murmured, "fuck Soul," as my tongue set off aftershocks in both of us.

"Damn. Forgot about that," was all I managed to get out before sunrise. I clung to her as she rose, her eyes snapping open to gaze into mine, her arms going around me despite her obvious desire to throw them back in religious and sexual Ecstasy. As we came, her lips met mine.

When we settled to the floor, both of us clean and uninjured, I heard two more sets of feet doing the same, then glanced over when Karen said, "I'm impressed, High Priestess Darling. It took me months to be able to do anything much but remain conscious during that."

Siobhan flopped backward in my arms, giggling as she said, "I would claim something about being an Archmage, but to be honest I just couldn't not kiss her."

"Fair," chorused Saffron and Karen, who looked at each other and laughed.

When they settled down, Saffron asked, "are you able to join us for breakfast?"

Karen got the faraway look I recognized from somebody paying attention to a Co-Located duplicate of themselves, then nodded. "Most of my part in the preparations are complete. I'd love to."

My Murder Mittens went all out on breakfast. Not so much on quantity as quality and selection, really, although I guess with the quantity being enough to feed the entire family plus a plate for each of the Homestead women and Heroes who wandered through to wish me happy birthday she'd done some pretty good quantity as well. Fae grain waffles, perfectly crispy and portioned so that by the end of the meal any inhibitions or post-coital guilt over how rough I'd gotten with Siobhan at the end evaporated like morning dew. Spicy eggs, the good kind with bits of peppers and sausage, with the sausage tender, the eggs fluffy, and the peppers somehow both crisp and melty like bacon fat. Scrapple made with chunks of jalapeno, the scrapple itself managing that same trick of a savory, melting middle inside a crisp, salty-savory crust. A few sausages, just for old times' sake, I think, and then a single chicken tender.

Lest it be misconstrued, she'd somehow managed to take one biggish chicken tender, maybe a third of a whole breast, and then layer on a crispy, crunchy outside until it wound up big enough to fill the whole plate. Every bite was a mouthful of delightful crunch with tiny bits of juicy meat from the center of the tendie. Gustatory heaven, and I didn't realize until I was down to the last few bites that she'd included a ramekin of her syrup sweet savory gravy.

As I finished crunching up that last bite and swallowed, I shot her puppy dog eyes and said, "only one?"

She just laughed, booped my nose, and said, "dinner."

"Yay!"

After that she brought out cupcakes. I ate mine while the kids all sang an unexpectedly good rendition of Happy Birthday to me. I mean, a couple of them like Jack and Karen didn't really know the tune very well, and Alex and Menace relied more on enthusiasm than the ability to carry a tune, but all of the kits were both in tune and in harmony with one another, backing up our quartet near perfectly as three of them played with some handheld instruments. A lyre, a tambourine, and some things that looked like castanets but sounded more like what happens when you run your finger along the rim of a nice wine glass.

Ria joined the musical kit quartet as they sang me another song, this one in some kind of weird language that I couldn't quite place, where none of the meanings translated quite cleanly. It sang of endless days and nights, of watching the procession of the heavens for so long the singer could see them passing in the sky.

When they finished Maze brought out a chess set. Then proceeded to clean my clock. When I tipped my king over, I chuckled and said, "aren't you supposed to let me win?"

Cheeky little Pony Girl just smirked and said, "is that really what you wanted on your birthday?"

I shook my head and hugged her. "Nah. Thanks for the game."

That's when Saffron clapped her hands. Once she had everyone's attention, she announced, "everyone, we'll be returning later, but for now Tabitha will be spending a bit of time with some of her Worshippers."

That got me another chorus of happy birthdays and a round of hugs and kisses, during which I saw all my ladies standing, Siobhan very carefully handing Aoibh off to Devorah. I heard Hailee slipping into my chair and lifting Aisling onto her lap right before Saffron stepped, Co-Locating me without doing so herself somehow, dropping The Dress and her boots onto me as she did.

I stood beside my Altars, the congregation all shouting, "happy birthday," in adorably hilarious lack of unity as I arrived. As we arrived, because one of my High Clergy stood next to each Altar. Karen in Phileo, Saffron in Camden Yards, Marie in New Amsterdam, Orla in Calverton, Madeline in Norfolk, and standing so obviously proud of herself I couldn't help but pull her into my arms and kiss her, Siobhan in Newark.

Each of them led me out of the Temple proper to the big courtyards nearby, the congregation flooding out around us to join the crowds that cheered my arrival. I might have choked up a little when I saw them each standing there with a little crock, and there were definitely some happy tears when my Priestesses pressed chili and cornbread into my hands. After a minute just soaking in the Worship and cheering alike, I raised my hands, the noise dropping like I'd flipped a switch when I did.

I couldn't speak for a moment, because yeah, I know I'd been here before, seen this before, but after all the things I'd learned about myself this year, I really hadn't been sure the folks of the Alliance would still be here. Still turn out for me. Still want me around, not just as some kind of distant protector, but here, now, on my birthday, eating lunch with me.

After a second I shook those tears out of my eyes and said, "my people! Between Kaiju and Spartans, this past year has been kinda crazy. But we survived everything they threw at us. Kicked them all back across the fuckin' Atlantic." I glanced right and left, the gesture theatrically overdone, then mock-whispered, my voice still carrying over the crowds. "Maybe even visited some of our displeasure on Sparta and the ones who sent the Kaiju, even. Not that you heard that from me. My ladies tell me that would be a diplomatic fox paws."

That got me a chuckling cheer from the crowd. When they quieted a little, I shouted out, "people of the Alliance! I love you all! Let's eat!"

That got me another cheer, followed by yet another, this one a raggedy assed 'happy birthday' from the whole fuckin' crowd. The chili was good. The company was even better.

As everybody was kinda finishing up, Saffron Co-Located to not too far from my side in Phileo, then pulled Vincent Aetos out of the crowd. Junior, not senior. The Scribe's long, strong fingers wrapped around his almost empty chili bowl as Saffron thought, love?

I raised my hands, shouted out, "looks like I've got to do some work, everybody. Nothing terrible, just paperwork, but I gotta do what I gotta do." That got some vague disappointed noises from the crowd, but when I repeated, "I love you all!" I got another cheer, one that buoyed me as Saffron dragged me along, collapsing into myself as I did.

We stood in the office of our Academy suite, and between seven stories and at least that many miles to the nearest of my Temples, the crowd noise cut off like a switch. Saffron stood there wearing Glowing Midnight, the Imperator in full effect. "Pardon for bringing up business on what most have taken as a holiday, Vincent, but I had a somewhat urgent request."

He sighed, looking at his empty bowl, then glancing around as if looking for a place to put it. Saffron smiled, took it from him, and set it on the edge of the desk. "I really ought not complain, since I'm not even a regular at the Temple of Love. What did you need?"

Saffron looked at him, curiosity clear on her face. "Which Temple do you frequent, then?"

"Wisdom, when I go to the Seven. Ogma."

She nodded. "Ah. Well then. You're familiar with the Alliance Treaty?"

Vincent smiled, nodding. "I am. We've taken to using it for training, both for young Scribes learning to copy as well as Journeymen learning to properly word contracts."

That got me, I said, "huh, I guess you guys are the closest thing to lawyers here and now, huh?"

He looked a little oddly at that, but shrugged, then nodded. "I suppose. Mostly we are the ones who write up contracts, and we're often called upon by one or both parties to ensure the wording of the contract matches their understanding of the deal."

"Huh. Neat." I turned to Saffron. "Copies?"

She nodded. "Indeed. With the understanding that the copies need not be fancy, simply legible, how quickly could you... No, could you have six hundred copies of the Treaty ready for us by Moonday?"

He looked a little panicked when she said 'six hundred', then shook his head. "For any other document I'd say it wouldn't be possible. But if you're willing to take apprentice work, and possibly imperfect apprentice work at that?"

She shrugged. "Certainly. I understand the request is rather sudden, as well as being quite large."

He snorted, then glanced around the room, eyes settling on the door, then widening as he spotted the bed beyond it. "Normally I'd be heading directly to my office to put things in motion, but I'm not exactly sure where we are. The Academy?"

"Indeed." Then my Kitten sighed, and between the beginning of that sigh and the end, her white Holy Garb replaced Glowing Midnight. "Also, I must apologize."

He turned back, surprise increasing as he saw her Yandere Shobitch Wedding Gown. They're real, they're magnificent, and unlike Glowing Midnight, which concealed them while hinting at their majesty, her white Holy Garb lifted and presented them, giving her cleavage I could get lost in for days. A team of sherpas with GPS couldn't find me in those mountains, not that I'd want to be rescued.

"What... Whatever for?" he stuttered, blushing a little.

"While I did not lie about our need for those documents, that was not my only reason for bringing you here. Also, for asking such a personal question."

He shook his head, trying to get his bearings, unable to tear his eyes away from that magnificent view. "What question?"

"Have you ever been with a woman? In the intimate sense? As in have you had sex with a woman?"

Yeah, that got a blush deep enough to show clearly even through his tan. "N... n... no?"

She reached out, pulled him to her, then gently spun him to face me. "Interesting trivia. Our Tabitha has a fondness for first times. Would you like to be with a woman? Do you like women?"

"Yes!" he squeaked out, his voice cracking.

Saffron, chuckling in that way that left girl kissers hard, dripping, or both, whispered, "would you like to have sex with Tabitha before you leave for your office?"

He glanced over at her, then back at me, and I kinda posed a little for him as he ran his gaze down to my thighs, then back up to my face. "Yes?"

Saffron, still chuckling, turned to me. "Well? Go on, Goof. Happy Birthday?"

He shook his head, glanced at her, then back to me. "I'm... I'm a birthday present?"

I couldn't really speak at that point, because I was fighting down an urge to squee. Pristine nerd of the first water being dangled in front of me and everything. Saffron asked, "Would you like to be?"

He managed to choke out, "yes?"

She slipped the belt holding his robes closed loose, the ends falling to his sides as she said, "then say it, don't ask it."

"Yeah, Vince. Mind if I call you Vince? One syllable's way easier to scream than two."

"Yes."

I smiled at him as I stepped forward, pushing his robes back off of his broad shoulders as I did. "Yes, I can call you Vince, or yes, you want to leave this room after fucking a Goddess? Me, just to be clear. I'm the Goddess who would really like to have sex with you right now."

He laughed, his fingers tentatively touching my shoulders as he did. "Yes. To both!"

I shot him a smile, whispered, "yay!" then dropped to my knees, pulling his robes off to spill on the floor around his ankles as I did. His body was the kind of firm that came from a healthy diet and reasonable exercise. Lean without being skinny, and if he had hair on chest and crotch, neither spot was a jungle. Just soft and fuzzy. I knew that latter because I slipped his boxers off while his robes were still settling.

"Oh, this is nice." I ran my fingertips along his cock, smiling as it twitched, still not fully hard, but clearly thickening and reacting as I watched. I closed my eyes and inhaled, the scent of him, salt and musk and the faintest hint of fruit, then gently shoved him back until his butt hit the desk. "But not nearly stiff enough yet."

"Oh, I..." He trailed off as I wrapped one hand around the base of him, then took the rest into my mouth. I'd say something about 'way too long', but, y'know, the previous night and Shapeshifting shenanigans. Then again, I realized as I licked him, sucked him, as his cock expanded to fill my mouth, that boy cock and girl cock taste different. Not a better or worse thing, either. More, uh, pork or chicken kind of thing. Also, I'd gotten used to Shapeshifting shenanigans expanding things to just the tiniest touch bigger than comfortable, and while he grew to a very nice, stiff size, one that filled my mouth and would have made me gag a bit when I nuzzled my nose into the hair around it, he wasn't crazy big like one of the Lancasters.

Yeah, none of those were complaints. Too big might poke all my masochistic buttons, but this was the just a touch smaller that would provide a smooth, intense ride.

He twitched, and the faintest sour taste filled my mouth. I pulled away, grinning as I bounced to my feet, my hand still wrapped around him. He shuddered, a half groan, half whine sound escaping him despite his obvious attempts to hide it. "Do you want your first time to be in my mouth, though?" I gently took his hand in mine, never letting go of his cock, and pulled his fingers down to my bush, rubbing them through it, guiding him to my clit, my vag. "Or in here?"

He let out a whining, groaning chuckle, "uh..."

I Grinned at him. "I mean, first time today." I leaned in to whisper in his ear, "I am definitely seeing how many times we can get out of you today before you leave."

That broke something free in him. "Yes, please!"

I laughed, smiling at him as I did. "Yes, make you come with my mouth, swallow your seed and tell you how it tastes, or yes, you want to fuck me and come in me while you stare into my eyes?" As he got himself set to answer, I interrupted with, "or yes, make you come so many times you pass out and wake up in our bed?"

"Ye... Yes..." His eyes crossed as i carefully squeezed. "Vagina!"

I chuckled at that. "Can't wait to taste you after that, but okay." I hadn't even thought about why Kitten had put The Dress on me sans panties today, but right then I realized why. I pulled Vincent away from the desk, turned us around to put my back to it, and settled the very edge of my ass on it. I pushed The Dress' skirt to the side, and Vince clutched at my waist, pushing himself to me.

To me, but not into me, pressing against the opening as I clenched and chuckled. "Not quite yet. Don't you want something to brag about?"

"A gentleman..."

"Shit, Vince, I'm not shy, and I'm not embarrassed at all about what you're about to do to me. Brag all you want, just be honest." I lifted one leg up, bumping his elbow with my knee. "Do a girl a favor and put that on your shoulder?"

He'd never really stopped pressing against me, but he hadn't tried to force the issue, either. Just kinda leaning against the opening, waiting and hoping and ever so slightly damp with pre-cum and the slickness leaking from me. He lifted my boot clad leg up over his shoulder, and I smiled at him. "You take direction very well. I'm looking forward to this."

I laid my arms on his shoulders, then lifted my other leg. Nodded toward it, then stared at his face as he smoothly lifted it.

Not braced by my hands or my legs, the moment my knee cleared his shoulder I slipped off the desk, unclenching as I did.

All in one motion I slid onto him; one moment he pressed against me, the next he was balls deep inside me. Balls deep and emptying same into me as I pulled his mouth to mine, clamping down and savoring the taste of his gasping moans as he came, long, hard and utterly without any kind of control.

What felt like minutes later he shuddered to stillness, and I pulled back the tiniest bit. "You like that?"

"Yeah. Uh... Did you?"

I laughed, but shook my head as Saffron made him jerk by pressing those magnificent mountains of girl into his back, whispering, "when she does, you will hear it. It's unmistakable. And if I know my Goof, she'll do so before you leave the suite."

He sagged the tiniest bit. "But I..."

I grinned at him, swung my legs down, and dropped to my knees in front of him, leaving him sagging and maybe dripping the tiniest bit. I put my hands around behind his thighs and took him into my mouth, savoring the mix of sour and cinnamon, of cum and my own flavor. That taste lit a fire in me, and I suckled at his cock not unlike I'd done to Siobhan's breasts earlier, pulling him to me as I did. After a few twitching aftershocks he proved that he was as healthy as he looked, stiffening up in my mouth, into my throat once more.

His fingers touched my hair, the sides of my head, tentative. I pushed him just far enough away to clear my mouth, and said, "you wanna bury your hands in my hair?" He groaned. "You wanna grab my hair and shove me back into the desk and fuck my mouth?" He whined. "Fair warning, I wanna taste it this time, and you're a little too long to do that balls deep."

"Un... Understood" He managed to force out.

"Really? I hope you understand that I absolutely want your cock balls deep down my throat until you come screaming my name." He made a confused noise, so I licked the bottom of his tip and said, "what are you waiting for? Fuck my m..."

Yeah, he did not wait any longer, nor did he disappoint. His fingers tangled into my curls, and I took note that while he slammed my head back into the desk, his fingers took the impact, protecting me as he plunged into my mouth. I chuckled, enjoying how he twitched when I did so, and thought, look, it's everybody's favorite fellatio game, balls on chin!

Saffron chuckled back, rubbing velvet on the inside of my skull, but thought, do pay attention to your birthday gift, love.

I did. I loved the feel of him like that, tip plunging into my throat, filling my mouth with sweat and musk, fruit and pie spice left over from his brief visit to my vag. I'm not sure if my mouth or my ears are second, but it's a close thing, and no fuckin' way would Vincent Aetos' cock fit in my ears. I ran my fingernails down the back of his thighs, and he moaned out, "T... Ta... Tabitha. I'm..."

Warmth suffused my throat, and i pushed him back until I felt his cum spurting onto my tongue. He tried to push himself back in; I don't think he really thought about it, just reacting with the deep need to keep thrusting, so I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked with that same frantic pace that he'd been thrusting. He screamed out my name, over and over as the flavor of him, sour and salty and maybe the faintest bit sweet filled my mouth. When he finally went still, I slipped him out of my mouth and looked up at him. He had his eyes closed, panting, so I tapped him on the thigh, just hard enough to get his attention.

When I saw some semblance of sanity come into his eyes, I swallowed, overacting the whole thing, then closed my eyes. He twitched. Whole body thing, including his cock. "So good." He stiffened, especially aforementioned phallus. "So, provider of tasty treats, what next?"

"I... I don't... Whatever you desire?"

I laughed, dragging his cock along my front, making sure to slide it through my cleavage as I stood. "Okay, so I'm really not into taking it in the ass."

"Well, we won't do that then."

I kissed him, enjoying his clumsy response for a bit before pulling back and saying, "good boy. So I choose from here out?" He nodded, blushing a little again. I thought about it for a second, then glanced at the desk, overcome with a sudden urge.

"Go ahead, Goof." When I looked at her, she said, "I've duplicated all of those, should any come to mischief."

"Yay!" I'd always wanted to do what I did next, which was to sweep my arm across a surface, knocking everything off, then bending over to lean my elbows on the desk, rising to my toes and waggling my hips at him. "Okay, Vince. Some guys really like this."

"But... Your face."

"You mean the one you just fucked? It's still here. Still smiling at the feel and taste of you. Waiting to feel you..." One hand landed on my hip, and he pressed against me again. Slipped in the next moment, his other hand going to my other hip. Almost by accident he brushed up against just the right spot inside, if only for a moment. "Oh, yeah. That's... Yeah."

"So, I... Uh..."

"Take firm hold of my hips and hammer that wonderful hard cock of yours into me until you splatter my insides again?" He groaned, and I said, "go ahead." He slammed into me just as I said, "wait!" He froze. "Some guys like grabbing the girls while they rail somebody. Y'know, fondling my tits while you fuck me?" I pushed myself partially upright, arching my back. "You wanna?"

He made confused, starving Vince noises, then pushed one hand between my shoulders. I chuckled as he pushed me back down until my cheek touched the desk, his hand slipping down my spine the whole time. He slipped almost all the way out, then slammed home inside me. Then did it again, sounds of need leaking out of him every time. His balls, his thighs slapped against my ass with every stroke. Each time that happened that fanned the fire inside me, and if his thrusts were more tempo than tempting, he managed to slide the tip of his cock across that spot inside every time he slipped back out.

My mind starting to drift, I turned my head and glanced up at the window behind the desk. "Oh, shit."

He froze. "What... What's wrong?"

"Nothin'. Just had an urge."

"Stop?"

I managed to correctly interpret his gasped out question. "Yeah, in and stay." He did as instructed, and I gasped as he finally hit that spot with a thrust. "Okay, hold my hips and do not let yourself slip out."

"Yes," he gasped as I straightened, keeping my back arched to keep him inside, then grabbed the desk and... Okay, I didn't throw it. That might have hurt him, or Saffron, or our furniture. But I wasn't gentle about putting it to the side, then lifting us both with a tentacle around the waist and moving us to the window. I pushed my tits against it and whispered, "go on, Vince. Do it."

One of his hands grabbed my hip, the other tangled itself in my hair, shoving me into the window, pinning me in place. He half groaned, half grunted out something incomprehensible, then lost anny sense of restraint as he slammed his cock deep inside me, over and over, missing that spot more often than not, but hitting it just often enough to slip me closer and closer to my own orgasm. The frantic thrusting, the sun warmed glass on my tits, and the feeling of Worship flowing into me all slowed that, but only in the sense that an avalanche is slow at first.

Then he came. He screamed my name, thrusting frantically as heat washed through me again. I had a sudden surge of brains somewhere other than my hoo hah, and thought, uh, Kitten, you want a turn?

She sighed out loud and thought back, sadly, today would not be a good risk.

Oh. Oh, shit, I didn't even think about that.

She chuckled. Should a miracle occur, I will thank him for proving that you can, in fact, be impregnated. But my research says it's stunningly unlikely.

I pushed myself just a touch away from the window and asked, "did you like that, Vince?"

"You... Didn't..." He gasped that out, clearly still reeling.

"Oh, fuck yes I did. I mean, didn't finish, but you were well on the way." I twisted to look at him out of the corner of my eye. "One more time?"

"The spirit is willing, but the flesh..."

"Will obey," Saffron declared as she pushed him back, dropping to her knees and taking him in her mouth. After a moment she pulled back and glanced at me. "Marvelous taste." Then she turned back around and reminded me that she did, in fact, have some serious Skills when it came to getting soldiers to stand to attention.

A few moments later, during which I watched in adoring awe, she pulled back from where he stood straight and rigid. "That should do." She stood, one hand around Vincent's dick, and said, "so, would you like to share our bed?"

"I... Uh..."

She rolled her eyes, smiling, and led him into the bedroom. I followed, and when she nodded to the bed I slipped between Vince and the bed, then flopped back onto it. I very carefully did not wince on impact, because I'd forgotten that our bid round bed and The Bed both had actual mattresses, whereas this thing was nominally softer than the desk.

I reached out and took Saffron's other hand as she guided him right up to insertion, then adjusted my hips with a pillow. "Go on, Vincent." Then she let go of him and, as he slipped into me, climbed up onto the bed, slipping to kneel behind me and pillow my head on her thighs. When I glanced at her, she nodded pointedly at Vince, so I looked at him, only to see him staring at my tits.

"Vince?"

"Yes, Tabitha?"

"You're currently at least six inches inside me."

"Uh..." He pulled out a little, and I wrapped my legs around him, preventing him from pulling all the way out.

"That was a kind of maybe too oblique way to say that you're allowed to fondle them."

He reached out, hovered his hands over my breasts, the warmth stiffening my nipples almost as fast as cold would have, until the tips brushed against the callouses on his palms. That lit a fuckin' fire, and I gasped out, "rough."

"Sorry."

He tried to pull away, and I clamped my hands around his wrists. "I like rough. You can be rough. I like your rough hands. Fuck, Vince, grab my tits and fuck my pussy and fuck me!"

Yeah, apparently that fire he'd lit in me with his touch leapt across to him. He grabbed my breasts, and fire raced from my nipples straight down to my belly. My Kitten, she knows engineering, and her little tweaks to my position had him nailing that spot with every stroke, sliding across it pulling out, hammering into it when he thrust.

Saffron reached out, took my hands from Vince's wrists, and moved them to her breasts. "Mmm... Very nice," she murmured as her nipples stiffened. "So, Vincent. Would you like this to be your first threesome as well?"

His answer came out as an incoherent Vincent noise, but he nodded frantically. His fucking got just as frantic, his long, strong fingers fondling my breasts, rolling my nipples between them, his cock plunging into me over and over and over. Frantically. Almost convulsively.

Also, successfully.

He froze when I screamed out something almost maybe not entirely incoherent that definitely included the words 'cock', 'fuckstick', 'Vince', 'coming', and 'impale'. The moment he did, Saffron spread her legs, shifted, and my head dropped to the bed. "Don't stop, Vincent, that is just what Tabitha sounds like when she comes hard enough."

"Hard enough for wh..." She interrupted him by drawing her mouth to his, then settled herself over my mouth. I didn't think, I just licked and thrust and moaned my orgasm into her, coming even harder as she ground her sopping wet self into my face, my mouth, coming as hard as I did. Heat washed through me at one point, Vince convulsing as he came one final time for me.

Then he kinda collapsed, sliding his face down Saffron's front. Seized by an impish desire, I grabbed his head and managed to get her nipple and his mouth in the same spot.

"I'm not lactating, Goof."

"Still feels nice when he does that though."

She took a deep, satisfied breath. "It does."

He came back to himself a few moments later, trying and failing to jerk completely away from Saffron's magnificent tits. "Sorry!"

"I will forgive you such a terrible trespass upon my person on one condition."

"Yes?"

She shifted him over a little. "Pay the same attention to this one?"

Yeah, my Kitten likes things symmetrical. Took her a couple tries to make sure they were absolutely even. Not, like, evenly deflated, she wasn't lactating, like she said, but evenly stiff, I guess.

I mean, his hands were fondling my tits the whole time, so I can't really complain.

After one more very relaxed round that wound up with me getting them both to pop off at once while I piggybacked in Saffron's brain, Vince wheezed out, "I think I'm done for, ladies."

I wriggled my way free of Saffron's thighs, a truly epic challenge, then waited for her to be done kissing him before taking my turn. When I'd taste tested him to my satisfaction, I pulled back, my forehead against his. "That's fine, Vince. So, happy with your first time?"

He smiled. "Very!"

I sighed, but more contentment than anything else. "We're not here in Phileo much any more, but if we are?"

"I'll certainly try to pay a visit." He paused. "If that's okay?"

Saffron shrugged. "I hadn't thought of this to be more than a one time thing, but if Tabitha enjoyed you, I certainly did." Then she got an impish grin. "Did you want me to return you to the Scribe's Guild?"

He nodded. "Please."

"With or without your clothes?" I asked.

She gently smacked me on the shoulder. "No fun, I swear."

So after we dropped him off at his office, the two of us returned to the Homestead. All of my ladies were in residence, and by the sly grins they shot me, at least some of them had been observing Saffron's present to me. The Lancasters were there, Larry and Lachlan, Liam and Lucas, Bonnie and the Maenad Gorgon sisters. Bill couldn't make it, but Angel showed. Mom and Dad showed up not long before sunset, just in time for cake. Finally, surprising me as much as it thrilled me, Loki brought Marshall duBois along to visit.

Funny, how having my mentor show up touched me deeper than, y'know, Vincent had. But life is like that sometimes.

Some days are like today, when everything goes right. I gotta remember that on the ones where everything goes wrong.