Chương 732: Day Seven Hundred And Thirty

Dear Diary,"A decision that is made, With your back against the wall? Not freely given Consent." - Tabitha Diaz, Doctrine of Tabitha, Book of Egalitarianism While many Verses of the Doctrine of Tabitha work well together, reinforce and inform one another, Verses Seven and Eight of Tabitha's Book of Egalitarianism are meant to be read as a pair. Still, even in isolation, this Verse teaches us a valuable lesson.

One perhaps reiterated from the Book of Agency, but like with all things of import, repetition can be important, a way to both assist the memory and emphasize importance at once. In this Verse, Tabitha reminds us that coerced Consent is not truly Consent at all.

'Obey or Die' is not a choice, not Agency, and a person choosing 'Obey' has not properly Consented to what comes after. As Tabitha notes, this is not always quite so cut and dried, not as obvious as open threats and coercion. Circumstance can force similar choices; if two starving people fight over a mouthful of food barely enough to keep one of them alive, neither is properly Consenting, either to dying or to becoming a murderer.

While that hypothetical situation is extreme, it also further illuminates our Goddess' wisdom regarding mindfulness. Should those two starving people choose violence against one another, the survivor's injuries might kill them anyhow. Should they instead choose a less violent means of competition, the chances of one of them surviving increase greatly.

Not only that, but the survivor is far more likely to seek Revival, Healing, or even something as simple as a proper burial for one who gave them that critical mouthful of food than to do the same for someone against whom they struggled in mortal combat. - Priestess Most High Above All Others, Archmage Imperator Saffron Aetos-Diaz, Commentary on the Doctrine of Tabitha Yeah, I kinda remember splitting one idea over two verses at one point.

I guess this is that, but I gotta hand it to my Kitten, she's definitely squeezing every drop of sweet wisdom juice out of each and every Verse. Makes me feel like I wrote an actual Holy Book, not a ninety page sex joke. Of course, she wound up doing a lot more squeezing today, and unless putting the pastry on display in the self service cabinet counts as 'handing', nobody handed her shit. Okay, there wasn't a whole lot of self-service either.

Well, there might have been, but I sure as shit wasn't in any condition to notice. I felt her eyes on me as I shuddered to stillness. I think I heard her teeth grinding a little bit.

"Tabitha?" Yes, Saffie-kins? Some unmeasurable amount of time later I whimpered out, orgasms aren't supposed to hurt that bad.

"Liar. You loved it." Did, I panted. Still not supposed to. Deeply unnatural. Her hand clenched, pulled, and as I shuddered and squealed involuntarily, I thought, my wife sexy beyond the bounds of reality.

"Flattery will not save you, Goof." Didn't think it would. Kinda hoped it wouldn't. She giggled at that, laid a warm, wet hand on my belly, then shifted around.

"Marie, can you move yourself?" Marie, by her tone of voice feeling at least as impish as I'd been when I called Saffron 'Saffie-kins', giggle-purred a slightly slurred, "Tied Up."

"Bother." She took a moment to twist me around without untying me.

"Keep yourself ready for me, Goof." Always am. She painted cinnamon spice on my lips with a finger and said, "I do so love that about you. Now," Marie squeaked just a bit, and I tracked Saffron carrying her off the bed and laying her on the divan by sound. Cloth rustled.

"There. You watch while I play with the rest of my birthday presents." Marie whined.

"Oh, hush, you. I'm saving you for last. When I'm satiated enough to be properly gentle with you." Marie pouted out a muffled, "Gentle Sucks." I giggled around my gag, and Saffron laughed, the full, throaty, dark laugh I loved, that I'd heard her let out so very rarely.

"You'll love it, and you know it, and you'll admit to it at the top of your lungs before I'm done, but your precious kittens are far too close to emerging for me to... be uninhibited with you." Marie muttered something too quietly for me to hear, and Saffron whispered back, "oh, yes, Wife, when your kittens are out and safe and thriving, I will absolutely rend you asunder, my lovely Maenad."

Shit, with her saying it that way, I half wanted her to do that to me, and I didn't have any Maenad auto-Revival mojo going on. Before I could say anything though, Siobhan thought, so you won't be gentle with me? Saffron darted across the bed, trampling me with deliberate, awful intent. Cloth rustled again, and for a bit the wet sounds of mouths devouring one another didn't quite overwhelm Saffron's hungry growls or Siobhan's increasingly worried whimpers.

"You Consented to this, I assume?"

"Yes," Siobhan gasped, still panting in the aftermath of the kiss. Need to breathe or not, some Saffron kisses left me panting too. I would have been panting myself at that moment if the gag didn't prevent it.

"Well then. I need only be fully gentle with one very limited portion of you." We all heard Siobhan gasp, then whimper out, "systemic shock?"

"Oh, no! I must be very precisely ungentle with the rest of you. Which is why you will lie here, able to hear me being entirely, wantonly ungentle with Tabitha and Tallulah, mouth free to ask me what I'm doing, to beg me to tell you what lies in store for you. And I will. Not. Answer."

"So unkind," whimpered Siobhan.

"Aww," crooned Saffron, "does that... Frighten you?"

"So considerate," whimpered Siobhan, the words almost entirely obscured by Saffron's throaty chuckle. My Kitten kept chuckling as she crawled over me, putting her full weight on spots that made me squeal through my gag, like a Kitten do. Idly tickling the sole of my foot with a toe, she said, "So. Tallulah. I take it from your platinum hair that you've Consented to this as well?" Cloth rustled, and Tallulah answered, "Tabitha asked me to do this. For your birthday."

"Oh?" Tallulah's next words seeped out, almost as if she wouldn't have said them anywhere else, for anyone else, "I want to be part of this. Of your, all of your, family."

"You know you need not do this for that, though."

"I... I do. But... I want to."

"For Tabitha?"

"For you. For all of you. But also... for each of you. Which means yes, for you." Saffron hummed.

"So. Need I be gentle with you?"

"Do you want to?"

"No. No, Tallulah, I do not." The heat in Saffron's voice should have melted the fucking glass in the mirrors. It certainly made me start sweating. Maybe melting a little, too.

"Even if my ungentleness leaves you scattered across the sheets, your Soul drifting to Tabitha's Maw as beautiful, glittering motes of dust?"

"You desire my end, Imperator?" I intervened, just to clarify, because I wasn't sure Saffron was really in the best mental place to do so. Nah. She just gets really... rough. Savage. Mercilessly so. Wonderfully so. I paused a second, then chuckled through my gag as I thought, I was kinda the passive partner when we fucked the Temple to pieces. Digging her toe into my sole, Saffron grumbled, "spoilsport."

"So if you are ungentle, you might kill me accidentally?" Saffron chuckled again, and that shit made me shiver deep inside.

"Possibly. Or perhaps I'll realize that something you cannot survive will feel so good that I cannot resist."

"Are you really that greedy?"

"I... am not so greedy as to do so to one who does not Consent to the possibility." Tallulah hummed, clearly considering.

"I have one caveat."

"Name it."

"Should you discover something like that? Only do so if it will bring me just as much pleasure, as much joy as it brings you. I don't think it too much to ask that my last moment be filled with overwhelming Ecstasy."

"Or if it will not, if your final moment will be agony to rival my own Ecstasy, you will feel my sensations coequal to your own." Uh, Kitten? You know if you do murderfuck her, I'm gonna Revive her, because telling Ria you murderfucked her mom to death for birthday jollies is not a good look. I'm well aware, Goof. Now Hush. I want to concentrate on her trembling. That's it, when it's time to elevate you, I'm making you the Mor Primordial of Terror Boners. Direct hit.

My Kitten whimpered out that very special whimper, echoed again when Tallulah said, "Agreed. Do with me as you will. I ask only to watch what you intend with Tabitha before you turn to me."

"No." Saffron spoke over Tallulah's muffled protests.

"You will listen, just like Siobhan. But unlike Siobhan, I've no reason to be gentle with any part of you, my elegant gift. Now, listen carefully." I lost track of everything for a bit after that. Okay, I remember bits and pieces, like when I bit through the ball gag. I mean, the leather covering on it didn't bite through, but it did stretch once the wooden ball was so much pulp, enough that I spat it out and let it dangle around my neck.

I swear at that point there should have been some kind of announcer shouting something like 'Tabitha's mouth has entered the battle' or some shit. I don't remember exactly when my Kitten yanked Tallulah into the mix to make our twosome into a threesome, but I know it was some time after that, when Saffron got serious with the fascina. Okay, as serious as she can be when she's like that. When she's that excited, that turned on, and she lets go that fully, there's a kind of dark gleefulness about her.

Like there's a grin wide enough to wrap around her head twice hiding behind every growl, every threat, every sound and expression and touch. Some part of me desperately wants to turn everyone in the room except her into Deities, with the whole, 'damn near impossible to kill without specialized equipment', Shapeshift us all into various configurations of Hilde, and tell her to go absolutely fuckin' wild.

Except I think she'd lose her Imperator gig when the top of her head popped off and her precious brain meats spilled out because she grinned too big. Funniest, and to me sexiest part about it is that I can hear her saying 'revive me every time that happens' and losing herself forever to endless cycles of sensation. Dragging us all along, not because we'd be struggling, even though we might be, but because she definitely likes her toys in some restraints.

This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. Probably something about being so little. As we lay there listening to as yet untouched Siobhan whimpering eagerly by the head of the bed, Tallulah quietly, almost reverently whispered out, "am I dead? No, wait, did I die?" Saffron chuckled, idly tracing lines through the cooling sweat on my belly.

Tracing my scars, humming contentedly when the cross-wiring she'd done over the past I don't know how long made me shudder with aftershocks when her fingernail spiked that chronic pain. Trust my Kitten to repurpose, even for a single encounter, the ongoing thorn in my side.

"Oh, I don't think so. I'm sure I would have noticed. The coughing when I inhaled you would have interrupted if nothing else."

"Oh. Well. Can we do it again?"

"All of it?"

"Yes, please." My blindfold still in place, I floated on a cloud of endorphins and dopamine as I listened to the sounds of them kissing. The wet sounds of sweaty lips, tongues twisting together. The hungry growls and momentary moans of pleasure. Even, a time or two, the click of teeth against teeth. Eventually, after one long mutual groan of not momentary pleasure, Saffron chuckled again.

"That was not what we did before," commented Tallulah. Saffron laughed at that, deep and rich and long, a laugh of pure erotic joy, underlaid by Tallulah and myself chuckling along.

"Was that a complaint?" Tallulah hummed a moment, considering.

"No. Merely an observation, although perhaps also a repeated request."

"I would dearly love to, although I'm not sure it would be quite as effective. I'm not in the right mood to Heal all of us, and without that we've pushed some sensitive parts to their limits, I think."

"I'm willing to risk that." Saffron chuckled.

"Oh, I'm sure you are, elegance personified. But beyond that, I'm entirely uncertain where that lovely double ended fascina went." I snickered. She turned to look at me, horrified, annoyed, and subtly impressed all at once.

"Did you swallow it?" I shook my head, smiling at her as my poor abused blindfold slipped off.

"Nuh uh."

"Well, I know I didn't violate your prohibition about 'sixth'. Are you lying on it?" I shook my head, smiling.

"Where is it then?" I snickered, glanced down. She followed my gaze, then looked back at my face.

"No."

"Yep."

"How? But..."

"Sixth." She rolled her eyes.

"I'm well aware of that, Goof, but... that can't fit. That wouldn't fit. Shapeshifted that small, it's longer than your torso." I just grinned, because endorphins and dopamine and tiny shudders still running through me.

"How?"

"No idea!" I sang, because when you hit that tipping point of Happy Brain Chemicals, everything is absolutely the most hilarious joke in the world.

"Smooth brain, fucked smooth, no bumps or lumps or ridges." Saffron just rolled her eyes, hands slipping to her waist.

"Tabitha Diaz, I did not put anything inside your head." She paused.

"Well, your mouth, yes, but half of that was in Tallulah, and..." I just grinned at her. She reached down, pushed that tiny hand of hers in, and whispered, "oh, dear Mimic, what... how..." It took her a couple tries, because excessive natural lubricant lubricates well.

Then she pulled, and it felt a little like something was tryna suck my brain out through my asshole, but with the amount of natural painkiller running through me, my only response was giggling, then letting out a sigh as she hefted the monstrously long thing up, then flopped it down next to me.

"Long."

"Yes. As you can see, longer than you are. How... Never mind. I do not want to think about your supposed internal anatomy right now." I didn't mean to, but I absolutely pouted. She pounced on me, kissed me, the taste of Tallulah and pumpkin spice covering her tongue. When she pulled away, she whispered, "I will absolutely make full use of this new information on Ledger Day, however." The sheer erotic malevolence in her voice snapped me back to something vaguely approaching sobriety.

Not actual sobriety, I had way too much happy in me for that, but enough to say, "uh... okay?" She laughed, manhandled me off the bed so I knelt on the end of it, then dangled her legs off and frowned at me.

"Tabitha."

"Yes, Saffron?"

"I was not addressing you. I was ordering you." I smiled and dropped the Shapeshift.

"Hmm..." She ran her fingers through my hair, then tangled them in it.

"Change the color back." I complied, the reward of her broad smile enough to set off whole new waves of Happy Brain Chemicals. She didn't say anything else, just moved my mouth around where she wanted it by yanking at my hair. Yeah, I am absolutely her bitch, and I loved every moment of that. Eventually, her voice a little muffled by her thighs around my ears, she said, "oh. Oh, I have a thought." I shuddered at the dark heat in her voice.

"Tallulah? Marie? We'll be right back." A moment later, heat and warmth surrounded us. I knelt on a broad tentacle, Saffron sitting on another in front of me. The tips of my hair dangled into the Maw. The tips of Siobhan's hair dangled just above it, with her suspended by a tentacle under her, wrapped around her, holding her supine. Saffron reached out one hand, lay her palm on the tentacle next to Siobhan's shoulder, and pushed down. Sweetness erupted through me as the tips brushed against the surface of my Maw.

"What... what are you doing?" I felt her slip into my mind, tasting what I tasted, that raw elemental sweetness making her hand press the tiniest bit harder. I opened my mouth to ask again, and she slipped a leg behind my neck, pulling me to her, covering my mouth.

"Enjoying my birthday present to the fullest, love. Do continue." I couldn't help it, my treacherous tongue continued even as I thought, you're gonna slip! as she pushed her palm down another quarter inch, and sweetness rushed through us again. Her breath caught. Another half inch, another wave of sweetness in my maw, sourness on my tongue.

"Oh. Oh, I might."

"Is this how I'm to meet my end, Mistress?" I detected no regret in Siobhan's voice. Slight trembling, maybe. Saffron gasped, pushed, chuckled.

"Perhaps. Perhaps I've decided I'm not yet ready for another child of the body, Darling." Twitch, push, shove, another inch, another wave of sweetness. Then Siobhan's heels slipped off the sides of my tentacle, her eyes almost glazing over.

"Please. Please, Mistress. If that is my fate, one final time?" Saffron laughed, dark and dangerous and full of hunger. She lay back, resting her head on Siobhan's belly, twisting a hand up to reach between Siobhan's legs.

"Of course, Darling." She pushed down. Slow, steady pressure lowering Siobhan's hair inch by inch into my Maw as both of them twitched, and writhed, and then my mind went utterly blank as the tips of Saffron's dark curls hit my Maw, the bitterness amplifying that sweetness to painful levels. Their cries still echoing into my ears as I came back to myself, Saffron's voice sounded in my mind. Take us back, love.

Without thinking I Translocated the three of us back to the Bedroom, where Saffron carelessly tipped me backward, twisting around and scrambling to lift Siobhan upright, pulling her blindfold off and pointing her toward the headboard mirror. She used her fingers to comb and fluff out Siobhan's shoulder length hair, grinning and giggling as she said, "or maybe I just remember what a pain in the ass it is having long hair in the later stages of pregnancy, not to mention while nursing."

Siobhan just drooled, blinked, and made confused but happy Siobhan noises. Saffron half turned to me.

"Doesn't she look lovely?" I inchwormed my way up to where I could see without looking through three different mirrors.

"Yeah. Yeah, she really does. Cuter than normal!"

"Cuter than me?"

"Uh, maybe?" Saffron laughed.

"It's okay, love. I am not jealous. Jealousy is stupid. My Goddess tells me so. Besides," she shook her hair out, Mimicking Siobhan as she did.

"Not only do I understand that you do not compare us, save to customize your responses to fit us better, I can always do this." She put Siobhan back in her nest, gently tucking the pillows and blankets around her, then crawled over to me.

"At which point I can say, 'snap those bonds and wreck me, my love'." Yeah, I couldn't exactly say no to that. One enwreckification later, as we lay there smiling at one another, Siobhan said, "is that what you'd do with me, were I strong enough?" We both smiled at her.

"You want me to? Then sure." She took a deep breath, blew it out her nose, and set her lips in an adorable little determined look.

"I simply must get stronger then." We both smiled at her, and Saffron dumped me on the bed so my head rested on Siobhan's calves. Then she turned to Marie.

"Now, for my nightcap." Turns were taken, back and forth, as Saffron took full advantage of our Maenad's intoxicating nature. I wound up just shifting Marie down a little and settling Saffron on top of her belly before crawling back onto the Bed, then pulling Tallulah over next to Siobhan, where we curled up and fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

Dreamt of my ladies, Karen included, feeding themselves one bite at a time to Saffron, until her soup dumpling self was ready to rupture, at which point they yeeted her into my Maw and started the whole process again. Sweet, savory, salty, bitter, dense, crunchy, fiery, and wet, it should have been awful. It tasted incredible each and every time. Woke up late in the morning, all of us pleasantly sore and, not surprisingly since we'd skipped dinner and none of us are exactly low metabolism, starving.

One of me split up to bring all the food I'd prepared before. A bunch of me scooped up Saffron and Co-Located her to the Homestead dining room, to the Lancaster House dining room, to the Academy Dining Hall.

While Tallulah fed Marie and Siobhan meat paste, I knelt behind my Kitten, my fingers interlaced with hers, while the Academy Maids fed her syrup and cream laden corncake, our kids, supported by Liam and the rest of the Lancaster House kids, fed her waffle after waffle, each one loaded with fruit preserves and whipped cream.

Meanwhile back in the Homestead dining room, the ladies and women and I fed her pancakes and crepes covered in honey and whipped cream, not to mention cup after cup of thick, sweet, Rich Man's Port cocoa syrup, with each cup topped by an equal measure of yet more whipped cream. All the while I sat there, whispering in her ear how much we all loved her, every part of her, even or especially the part that gloried in sucking down every sweet she could.

"You're spoiling me," she muttered around a smaller bite of crepe.

"You deserve it. Everybody decided." She snorted.

"Everybody, I'm certain."

"Yep." Not long after, lunch rolled around. She groaned as she saw the candied bacon, candied ham, candied yams, fowl in sweet sauce, just every recipe anybody involved could think of that added 'sweet' to 'savory'. Before she got started, I held up a hand.

"One thing first. We'll be back shortly." I collapsed all of us to the Bedroom, where I blinked Glowing Midnight's boots onto her.

"Oh, no..." I grinned my evilest grin at her, kissed her, tasting every bit of everything everyone had crammed into her mouth today, and thought back, oh, yes! before popping Glowing Midnight's lingerie on her, the corset snugged tight. When she settled into a ferociously grinning equilibrium after a few moments, I pulled away. She looked down at where my hand still kinda idly massaged her left tit.

"Really, Diaz?"

"Hey, I thought it would distract you."

"It almost distracted me into feeding you my breakfast like a baby bird." I nodded sagely.

"A risk I was willing to take." I nodded, and the rest of Glowing Midnight swirled around her, my Academy uniform covering me up, because this wasn't about me. Then I Co-Located us. To the steps of my Temple in New Amsterdam. To the reviewing stand in front of Alliance Headquarters, where a huge portion of the population of Newark had gathered. To the top of the steps of Camden Yards' new City Hall. To the spot we'd reviewed the troops in Newark. To the steps of the Temple in Calverton.

To the Overlord's balcony overlooking the City of Rich Man's Port. To the top of the Academy steps. I raised my hand, pulling Saffron's hand up with mine. Across the Alliance, thousands of people, tens of thousands, screamed out, "Happy Birthday, Imperator!" In the gradual echoing silence that followed, everyone heard Saffron clear her throat, but I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who noticed the tears gathering in her eyes.

"People of the Alliance!" That got a quickly hushed cheer.

"My... my people. You've given me your trust. Your loyalty. Your... faith." She paused again, and if nobody but me knew how this pause was to keep breakfast down, I was fine with that.

"I have done, and always will do, my best to live up to the faith you have placed in me. To watch over you. To protect you. Most importantly, to help all of you you build a world..." She paused again, this time the tears flowing freely. When she spoke once more, her voice came out as a whisper that nonetheless carried over the crowd.

"A world where none need watch, where none need guard, where we can all stand together, as one, whole, healthy, and prosperous." She dropped her Message Shape, and in the momentary hush that followed, only I heard her breathe out, "a world without fear." In the ongoing avalanche of cheers, I turned her to face me, tipping her chin up with a finger. You're not in love with Terror any more? She grinned up at me, mischief filling her features. Fuck Terror.

When I pouted a little, she stuck her tongue out, pulled me down, and kissed me. No, I meant that literally. When none in the world know fear, I will make it my personal duty to fuck my own personal Incarnation of Terror as often as humanly possible. I grinned into her lips as the cheers redoubled when we kissed. Y'know, if there's no fear, maybe you wouldn't need to be Imperator at that point?

At her confused Kitten noises, I thought, y'know, so we could remove that 'humanly possible' caveat, and just make it 'as often as you want to'? I like the way you think! She kept me engaged in the kiss, so I Co-Located beside us, waved my hand, and shouted, "gotta get her home for her cake!" That got me another cheer, so I dipped my Kitten deep, then stepped us back to her birthday lunches. Before she could complain my co-conspirators had her mouth full again.

I put on my best pompous face and announced, "the Kitten stuffing will continue until she clearly states she is full!" I can't clearly state anything like this, Goof! I just snickered, grinned at her, and kissed the side of her neck while I held her hands back. As the relatively light lunch drew to a close, and smaller pastries started coming in, each one with a big dollop of frosting or cream or some other sweet, fluffy topping, she thought, I'm going to blow up like a balloon.

I whispered my reply into her neck, "Nah. I mean, if you do I'll just roll you in flour and apply my mouth to the damp spots, but nah. You're gonna burn most of this off making your new Inspect Global." As the day wore on and the cakes rolled out, because this year everyone had just kind of gone with 'edible, sweet, creamy' for a birthday gift theme, my gorgeous Kitten groaned and thought, if this keeps up, I'm not going to digest any of it.

She paused, snickered, then thought, I'll wind up with cream shooting out my ass. I nuzzled her neck more and whispered, "We could always hurry that up by injecting some directly into it." She snorted, rolled her eyes, opened her mouth for yet another square of baklava, and twisted our fingers, Co-Locating us to the Bedroom. She bumped me with her butt, flopping me back onto the bed, then spun about, banishing the casual clothes I'd been wearing to watch her gorge herself on sweets.

"As intriguing as I find that suggestion?" She grabbed me by the Shapeshifting and shifted me just enough, then grabbed hold of me, licking her lips.

"I wouldn't taste it. And what is the point of all this deliciousness if not to taste it?" I did not argue in the slightest. I may be a dumbass and a Goof, but even I know the birthday girl makes the rules.