Chương 965: Day Nine Hundred And Sixty-Three

Dear Diary, I've obviously gotten my shit together far more than I had it before being isekaied. No, seriously, back in the day I don't think I ever managed to hit anything approaching a deadline. No matter who set it, be it teachers, government, doctors, landlords, or even myself, that shit would waft on by and I would remain blissfully unaware until some shit cropped up that grabbed me by the back of the neck and forced me to look at it and do something about it.

A teacher showing me that I was failing the class and had to make up a semester's worth of work within the next half hour. A case worker showing up at my house and banging on the door until I couldn't concentrate on reading, playing video games, or self-service and went to show them that yes, I was awake, alive, aware, and feeding and clothing myself, for a value of 'feeding and clothing' that meant bodega food and a tee shirt with no panties on. Pharmacies cutting off access to my ADHD meds yet again.

Landlord knocking on the door even louder than the social worker, demanding I pay the rent right then and there, and just my luck she wasn't Sapphic in the slightest. I'm not even gonna go into the ways I disappointed myself when it came to deadlines and doing stuff before consequences hit. Suffice to say, 'mold bad, moldy food worse'. At any rate, here and now, as I've noted, I've managed to plan out three different military operations of various sizes.

Really makes me think I missed a trick not sticking with ROTC, but that ship has sailed, no point crying over spilled milk. Oh, fucking hell, I don't remember playing adult party games with Marie while she was nursing, and now she's not, which meant I still missed something I intended to do here and now. So it's not like my shit is entirely together even now, but still I'm doing better than I was. In this case, I'm actively thinking about tomorrow night.

Specifically whether three hours of after dark tracking of Spartans is worth missing my weekly Revel. Part of me really wants to see who's up on the roster. Not, like, as a thing that will make the decision on whether I go, but as one of the reasons I want to go. Like, the surprise of 'hey, you get to listen to Dorothea talk about her kids', or 'Brat needs to be made to behave' or 'Andre and Andrea are gonna test my ability to multitask' is a big part of what keeps everything fresh for me. Not that I'd need fresh.

Okay, I know I read ADHD folks work better with fresh new stuff, with variety, so maybe I do need fresh, but that whole 'your surprise guest tonight is...' That's a big part of what makes me smile. Okay, it's part of what makes me smile. The whole loving and being loved thing is kinda big too. Honestly, while I'm, as I've said before, a lusty wench, I think if nobody ever asked for carnal gratification again I'd be fine.

I might miss it a little, because some of the most intense Worship I get is when my partner pops off in obvious bliss, but my ladies keep my libido satisfied just fine, and my friends with benefits like Lily and Lachlan keep the need for variety satisfied as well. Who am I kidding? I do enjoy the adult fun time with my Worshippers, and I think I kinda enjoy it when folks watch us, too. Okay, I like it when they watch my partners. That's even more true when it's one of my ladies.

Showing off one of my Worshippers, letting them have their moment on center stage, is just awesome. Doing so with one of my High Clergy takes that to another level, both because all of them are kinda extra hot and fit, and because I'm that much closer to them. They're... They're mine, in a kind of extension of me sense. But I'm theirs, too, in the exact same way. It's like we're all parts of a greater whole. That's even more true of my Wives, my Concubines.

My partners, since that word doesn't carry any of the weird connotations of the others. Not that 'wife' is weird, but calling two of them 'wife' and two 'concubine' feels weird. But that moment on the Altar with Siobhan, every eye in the room focused on her, the entire congregation Worshipping her, while I just kinda got the runoff, is seared into my memory.

I mean, I've done the same with Marie, Saffron, and Tallulah since then, and will do it again whenever I can get an excuse to, because it's like holding my most loved people in the world up and saying, 'look at her, isn't she beautiful, isn't she adorable, isn't she worthy of worship'. In those moments I'm just the background noise to my ladies, my partners, who are at the end of the day the ones doing the heavy lifting of making the world a better place.

Because they are, whether it's by being Head of State, pushing the boundaries of Healing, or making sure the Homestead and Academy are clean, tidy, and fed. With those thoughts in mind I scooped everybody up at midnight and pulled us all back home. I thought we'd settled into chunky bisque for dinner, but tonight we got chili. I couldn't exactly call it thin, but all the solid bits were chopped up fine, so once it cooled down a little we could just gulp it down. Kind of a shame, but still nice to have some variety.

If you come across this story on Amazon, it's taken without permission from the author. Report it. In the Bath, while the rest of the trackers soaked themselves into unconsciousness, I pulled Saffron over.

"I'm torn, Kitten." She snuggled in to my arms.

"Confide in me, love, and I will do my best to advise you." I kissed the top of her head, then said, "yeah, I want to go to the Revel tomorrow, but I feel like I'd be doing it for all the wrong reasons." She shrugged.

"I can't think what reasons would be wrong, but which were you thinking of?"

"Eh. When there's Spartans to catch, I shouldn't be cutting the chase off early because I'm horny, or want a little variety, or, I dunno. Selfish reasons." She hummed a little.

"Let me think on that?"

"Okay." After a bit I put all the trackers to bed. Even Lemmy, who'd been jogging along with us like a trooper through the snow and ice and misery of the trail, until he fell asleep in the Bath like everybody else. That done, I stepped to the Bedroom to find Saffron sitting on the end of it, her arms behind her back.

"Where's Marie?" She smiled.

"I advised her to take the Overlord down to her Keep and improve Tallulah's opinion of her quarters there."

"Yeah, Marie definitely has the ability to make memories. So..." She Grinned at me. Beckoned me with a nod of her head, and wiggled her fingers so I noticed her arms tied behind her via the mirror.

"You know the eyes are the windows to the Soul, yes?" I'd stepped up close to her without realizing that.

"Yeah. I heard that."

"Please don't look away from mine. At all. For the rest of the night." My eyes twitched downward.

"Please?" I smiled.

"Sorry. They're just really tempting."

"So cover them up, Goof." I wasn't about to let that invitation go, and a moment later had my hands full of Saffron's breasts.

"Can't really kiss you like this, though."

"You couldn't keep your eyes on mine if you did that anyway." I enjoyed the way she twitched as I fondled her for a bit, then slipped my hips between her legs.

"I feel like your mouth is being wasted like this though." She chuckled, deep and throaty, then grabbed the back of my thighs with her heels, grabbed my Shapeshifting, and pulled me into her.

"So use it." It took me a second, because my Kitten has some grip strength.

"Oh, you want kinky kinky tonight." She inhaled through her nose, let out a sigh.

"Let nothing escape me save my Worship, let that reach you through the windows to my Soul." Yeah, I got her point. Brought in a pair of tentacles, and felt her grin around one as she twitched around the other, around me.

"This what you wanted?" Don't. Stop. No matter what. So I didn't. I stared into her eyes as they slid half shut, then, after a while, fluttered back open, pupils dilating as her breath caught, and a surge of Worship flowed over me. The moment the aftershocks died down, I had Karen there in Saffron's position.

"Uh..." I said don't stop. Use me. Please me. Wring every drop of Worship from my Soul as I wear the guise of every person I've ever seen you glance at with the slightest modicum of desire. So I didn't. Time after time, wave after wave of Worship, of desire, with her Shapeshifting after each and every orgasm. I think the weirdest, wildest thing had to be how my own didn't even slow the process down, were just odd punctuation in the middle of her wanton Worship. Some of the forms she took surprised me.

Funniest had to be girl type Lachlan. He makes a surprisingly hot woman. Most embarrassing might have been Angel, because the combination of squish over steel and novelty combined to make me lose it a little. No guilt, because despite how rough I got my Kitten kept screaming, use me!

into my head until, shortly before dawn, after she'd taken the form of fully preggers Siobhan, then whispered, too late, into my brain, whereupon I maybe got a little tiny bit not caring about breaking the bed enthusiastic, and my own final climax of the night came in the middle of a tidal bore of Worship from my first and favorite High Priestess, she licked my tentacle and thought, Goddess? I gave up my occupation of her mouth and said, "yeah, Kitten?"

"So. Do you still want to visit your Revel tonight?" My jaw dropped.

"Was that what all this was about?" She mock frowned at me, but couldn't hold it. Laughing, she said, "oh. Oh, absolutely. No other reason. I didn't enjoy myself at all. Didn't enjoy pushing you to ever greater heights of passion, didn't enjoy how you gifted me with ever less restrained Ecstasy, until I managed to get you to utterly lose yourself in me, as much as I lost myself in you." I opened my mouth, but she leaned in and kissed me. When she pulled away, she raised an eyebrow.

"I never do anything..."

"For just one reason. Okay, Kitten. Yeah, I get it. Um. Is it a bad thing if I say yeah, I still wanna visit my Revel tonight?"

"Of course not, love. For any selfish reason?"

"I wanna see my Worshippers in person?" She chuckled.

"Oh. That is so greedy. Wanting to personally visit your Worshippers, bless them with your presence." I snorted.

"C'mon.

'My presence'. Really?" She nodded.

"Huh. Really, really?" She smiled at me.

"So humble. Yes, really, really. So you still want to go tonight?"

"Yeah?" She nodded.

"Then I'll let Dana know that you and Marie will be there at midnight." Yeah, have I mentioned that my Kitten is smarter than me?