Chương 912: Day Nine Hundred And Ten

Dear Diary, What the absolute fuck was I thinking? Okay, seriously, apparently I was not thinking. Not really.

'Emoting' would be a much more accurate word. Specifically 'lusting', which I have no general problem with, what with it being a very specific form of 'hungering', but holy fuck that word ought not be quite so literal when speaking of other living breathing beings, especially not ones I love. I'm not sure exactly what to think of the fact that I was not in fact the one who ate Tallulah bits. That would be the woman herself, and in her defense she wasn't actually pleased with the results.

Okay, she wasn't so icked that she didn't finish, and I am using that term in both the sense of 'leaving me without any Tallulah bits stuck to me' and 'making me spout word salad like a fuckin' verbal slap chop'. I have no idea which of my ladies has the best Skills at that, and I am absolutely not going to agree to judge any kind of competition, despite my desire to completely fail at judging said competition because I am utterly incapable of coherent speech while they're utilizing their Skills.

But I am nowhere near as copacetic now as I was before my brain end-over-ended splattering Tallulah's all over my inner thighs, nor after she finished cleaning it off. I gotta stop doing shit like that.

"I can't believe I just did that." Tallulah looked up from where she'd done her little mouth wipe, finger lick thing. I had a sudden urge to have her use those same fingers on me then watch her lick them off. Yeah, my horny meter had gone all over the top for some fuckin' reason. Not like I was pent up or anything, because Tallulah had just spent almost twenty four hours first edging me and herself to convince me I could stop, then letting me enjoy overloading her nervous system by not stopping, then... Yeah. Okay.

Lots of sex, not so much with the completion, although the completions that were had were explosively awesome.

"Did what?"

"I crushed your fuckin' skull! Head crushing is not a love language!" She shrugged.

"Honestly I barely felt it. I was still thoroughly buoyed by the after effects of having experienced an intensity of pleasure too intense for a Mortal to survive until I couldn't... Well, honestly, I couldn't do much of anything but drift in a pleasant haze." I snorted.

"Yeah, that tongue of yours wasn't 'drifting in a pleasant haze'."

"It wasn't pleasant for you?" I just sat there staring at her. Overwhelmed by sudden need, I pulled her up to face me.

"May I?"

"Of course." I kissed her, long and hard and fierce.

"I don't want to hurt you." She just blinked.

"I know that. Well, I suppose you might enjoy playing with your flogger with me, but that's an enjoyable kind of hurt. Does that even count?"

"Yes! No! I don't know! Fuck!" Her hands slipped downward.

"If you like, although we'll be late for dinner if you take too long."

"You! Gah!" I pulled her to me, kissing her, and that did not stop her hands in the slightest. A few minutes later she pulled away and, staring right into my eyes, licked her fingers clean. When I blinked in surprise, she simply said, "you were thinking very loud. Did it live up to your expectations?"

"Gah! Buh! Fuck!"

"Oh, we definitely will be late for dinner then, but needs must."

"No!" She rocked her head to the side, then proceeded to misunderstand me with deliberate, even deliciously malicious intention.

"Well then." Thirty seconds later she licked her fingers clean as I rested my forehead on her shoulder.

"May we go to dinner now?" I gave up and just nodded. Down in the Dining Room, Tallulah claimed my lap and the attention of every one of my ladies in attendance. Even Siobhan kinda doted on her, although that mostly consisted of scooching the other chair over and leaning her head against Tallulah's back.

Maze, who apparently along with the older girls and Isadora had helped Marie put dinner together, which meant we mostly had fish, chicken, and salad, came over midway through dinner and asked, "why is everyone fawning all over Lady Crow?" Before I even really registered the question, Saffron fielded it.

"Because Mama was feeling doubtful about some religious ceremonies we'd done in the past, and postponed them until she felt confident."

"What does that have to do with Lady Crow?" The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. Saffron smiled and, as she reached out and gently stroked a blushing Tallulah's cheek, said, "she restored Mama's confidence."

"In what?"

"In herself." Maze definitely looked like she had at least some kind of clue what we were talking about, but then Maze was really good at those 'I know something you don't think I know' looks. But all she did was lean in to give Tallulah a hug, then said, "thank you for helping papa." That's right about when I gave up. I mean, seriously, I can only hold myself together in the face of so much incoherence, and I'd hit my limit. I pulled Tallulah to me, burying my head in her neck, and murmured, "yeah. Thanks, T."

"Yes," Saffron purred.

"Thank you, Elle." Carried her up to the Bath, helped each other shower, because while I'd been licked clean, I was still, y'know, covered in dried Sidhe spit. She, on the other hand, had pumpkin pie spice splattered all over her extremities. A face is an extremity, right? I know hands are. I have no idea how she got it on her feet, and honestly? I don't want to know.

The woman took 'shattered cranium' as a fully acceptable form of 'rough sex', then repeatedly interrupted me tryna argue by using my vajayjay like a fuckin' finger fondue pot. I keep wanting to, I dunno, get upset, but every time the logical part of my brain engages it says 'she not only Consented, she practically demanded, and she's fine, she's right here giving me 'time to go to bed' looks'. At which point my libido steps into the ring with a steel chair.

I lay down in the Bath with Tallulah curled up on one side and Saffron on the other. Siobhan floated around until she could use my stomach as a pillow, which let her baby bump kinda dangle into the water. I dunno if it was the forced inactivity, the pregnancy, or finally getting ongoing nutrition, but her butt looked way curvier than I remembered. Promise me you'll be as wildly unrestrained with me as you were with Tallulah, Siobhan whispered into my head. Ah, no. Why not? She pouted at me.

Because you are not functionally immortal, Darling. She shrugged. You'll Revive me. Before I could call them back, words slipped out of my head. I can't Revive you after I slam dunk you physically into my Maw, Ice Pop. She blinked, then looked up at me. Is that what you'd do? I floated there for a long moment, then shook my head. I dunno. Given how fuckin' good your hair tasted? It's within the realm of possibility. And I do not want to lose you, Darling, even for that. Especially for that.

She got an absolutely adorable look of determination. If Saffron can do it, I can do it. I'm an Archmage too, after all. I took a deep breath and tried to put my foot down. No doing that for any of you unless all three of you Archmagi agree that it's completely safe. At that point Saffron wriggled around to look up at me.

"Let it be so." I settled down. It wasn't until I'd almost fallen asleep that the truth hit me.

"Why do I think I've just been bamboozled?" Saffron, already mostly asleep, muttered, "no warning." Tallulah nodded, murmuring, "absolutely none." That's when Siobhan smiled into my belly and thought, maybe the sensation of freefall. There's a piece of classical music I remember from back in the day, a sort of endless crescendo, starts out really soft, with a quiet yet incessant beat, and just cycles up and up and up, getting faster and louder and ever more insistent.

I don't know the name of it, because it came on while I was tryna get to sleep, and it got kinda insistent and inspired some things, and right at the end my phone fell and my hand was too slippery to catch it and the fuckin' battery fell out when it hit the floor. Never found that piece again, but the ladies reminded me of that. Each of them slowly, ceremoniously dancing into my Maw, sinking further with each step, until they sank under the surface with a relieved sigh.

The second round for each a little faster, a little more eager, a little less relieved and a little more sure, more certain. Long before morning they'd stopped waiting for their predecessor to sink fully, and I had an endless procession of wildly gyrating ladies leaping and splashing their way under, submerging with cries and screams and shuddering moans of Ecstasy.

Woke up with all my ladies piled around me, intertwined with me and each other, the kids and kits all slotted in around all of us like puzzle pieces of varying sizes. Spent a while just listening to them breathe. All of them, ladies and girls alike, sleeping the sleep of the enjoyably exhausted and utterly relaxed. Got to watch my Kitten's boot up and Siobhan blinking herself awake.

Adorableness in multiple flavors, especially when they took turns kissing me good morning, then used me as a cushion to do so to one another. I could get used to being that kind of furniture. Then again, I've gotten surprisingly used to my Maw being used as a Clerical hot tub, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

"Good morning, love."

"Mmm," echoed Siobhan, who'd nuzzled into Saffron's neck, both of them still lying on me.

"Good morning, Kitten, Darling. T, you awake?"

"Possibly," she murmured.

"Mittens?"

"No." We all giggled a little at that, although they sobered a bit when I sighed.

"Tell me it's safe?"

"As safe as houses, love."

"Mmm," Siobhan nodded.

"As safe as fervent prayer can be," said Tallulah. When the others looked at her, she said, "please, ladies, let's not be disingenuous. No matter how safe the activity, some zealot will at some point find a way to overdo it and do themselves mischief." I frowned, but nodded.

"Okay. How could that happen with this?" She tilted her head.

"I suppose if one of us were to remain asleep for weeks on end we might starve?" Siobhan shook her head the slightest bit.

"Mmm." Saffron apparently had some kind of Siobhan-to-Celtic translation going on, because she nodded and said, "Siobhan's right, people die of dehydration far faster than they do of hunger."

"Okay, that takes what, three days?"

"Mmm?"

"Yes, how do you know that, love? You're not wrong, I'm just curious, I don't remember that from any of our classes." I shrugged.

"ROTC training. Part of our classes on survival." That got a chorus of quiet hums, after which I said, "okay, nobody doing anything that will injure them like that. I'm trusting you four to enforce that. That got a much happier round of hums. At that point I asked, "so, Kitten, who am I spending the day with today?" Apparently my kits have something in common with their mother. Three little heads popped up, and Borysthenis, Erato, and Calliope started piping out, "us! Us! Mama, come listen to us play!"

"Our daughters have spoken, it seems." Which is how I wound up spending the entire day listening to my kits do garage band shit. Like, not shitty shit, they were actually pretty fuckin' good, but they were definitely utterly, completely untrained. All enthusiasm and talent, minimal skill, although maybe some of that was the instruments being full sized and them being sorta school kid sized. Wasn't sure what to do about that and, frankly, they enjoyed playing way too much for me to care about that all that much.

So, despite getting bamboozled by my long tall Sidhe Lady, I still had a pretty good day.