Chương 967: Day Nine Hundred And Sixty-Five

Dear Diary, The past couple days have really driven home to me that I am, in fact, on top of everything else, a Goddess of Intimate Connections. Okay, yeah, also kinda a sex goddess. Because let's face it, when anybody who's not some flavor of Ace thinks about 'adult intimacy', they're probably thinking about sex.

I'm just realizing now, as I said that, the connection between the faith of my followers affecting my actions and perceptions and the fact that most of my followers are gonna see 'Passion', 'Ecstasy', 'Consent', and 'Temple of Love' and immediately jump to making the beast with two backs. Don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly upset, per se. It's not like I have ever once in my life been anti-sex. Not really, not in any kind of 'sex is bad' kind of way.

Yeah, a few occasions like before our wedding I abstained for some practical reason, the practical reason that time being 'ramping myself up in preparation for epic hentai shenanigans', but even, maybe especially then I wasn't seeing sex itself as anything negative. I suppose saying 'never in my life' ought to include back in the day, and on the one hand that's not true, because God fuckin' knows I came across with a shit ton of neopuritan baggage to shed.

They were your beliefs, handed to you by the culture you grew up in. Eh, not entirely wrong, except the verb. Oh? Dad seemed genuinely curious, so I thought about it for a second. Yeah, 'forced upon' works better for me than 'handed to'. Well then. I'm glad for your sake you were able to overcome them. Still working on it, really, but I think I've mostly gotten to a point where they don't bite me in the ass too much. Dad sounded genuine when he said, I hope that in some small way I helped you to do so.

Of course you did. Because you're the best. I know. Yeah, we all get handed shit as kids, but part of growing up is taking each of those things, no matter how basic, and asking ourselves if they're really good Values or Morals or whatever, if they're rando cultural things that make us who we are, or if they're genuine trash that hurts us and everyone we come in contact with.

Part of beginning to heal and overcome all that fuckin' trauma I brought across with me has been doing just that, because there's no trauma worse than trauma we inflict on ourselves because we think we deserve it. Uh. Yeah. Holy shit I did not think about the week after Yule when I started that sentence, but fuck me if that wasn't the worst, most damaging exemplar of that idea that I've ever personally experienced. May I fuck you even if it was? My Kitten is, if anything, a lustier wench than I am.

This is a feature, not a bug. Uh, sure. Tonight? Tonight. So after last night's New Amsterdam Revel, the nine of us hit the trail. I thought about breaking trail with Air Shields like we did back in Lancaster during the plague, but realized real fast that while that would make it easier to travel, not to mention probably revealing any booby traps in our path, it would also utterly destroy any trail markers that the Spartans left.

By the end of the day, the trackers said we'd lost about three days since the last Spartan bivouac. Since we hadn't seen another one since then, I figured they must be pushing hard, going hell bent for leather through the snow, which is how they managed to make better time than us, even with the little presents they left behind.

Then again, they could decide when they wanted to slow down and work on booby traps and when they wanted to sprint, where we had to maintain the same slow, almost creeping pace to make sure we didn't miss them turning, which they did on distressingly regular occasions. As we've been wont to do, we stopped at Midnight, stepped to the Homestead, and got some food into us. More bisque.

Part of me really wanted some more solid food, but another part of me realized that along with 'easy to eat', our meals had been kinda 'easy to digest' with a side order of 'nothing to make a lot of crap'. Yeah, our guests were using the toilets, but they weren't bombing them into submission every night. Odd detail to notice, I guess, but I realized it right then and thanked the Fates that they'd hooked me up with Marie and Saffron despite their deep and abiding love of crack cocaine.

Soaked a bit in the Bath, then carried the whole squad to bed. Even Lemmy, who seemed to sleep more than Marie. Then again, I think I may have done something to her on our wedding night. Possibly accidentally kinda sorta bumped her up on the Deity scale. Not sure, mind you, but she's definitely got more Endurance than Lemmy. Then again, she'd been refueling every night alongside of me, not to mention sucking up Worship until she sparkled at the Revel.

The author's tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Speaking of, the two of us hopped up to the Bedroom, and Marie giggled a little, almost a snicker, at Tallulah standing there in boy mode. Then again, I kind of got it, because while my long tall sidhe lady just oozes more top energy than anybody but Saffron, her slender build and strawberry blonde hair just screamed twink.

Weird combination, but I could do little but smile when Tallulah frowned at my snickering Murder Mittens and said, "do I amuse you?" Marie nodded.

"I would appreciate if you didn't laugh at me, since I'm doing this for your benefit, Mistress." Marie oozed over to stand in front of Tallulah, leering at her the whole time, then leaned forward and down until their noses almost touched.

"Make Me." One of Tallulah's eyebrows shot up.

"Is that the game my Mistress wishes to play?" Marie blepped, and credit where it's due, Tallulah moved fast and decisively, not to mention effectively and utterly without fear. Then again, she hadn't been there for our wedding night, so she hadn't been exposed to the fact that Marie could and would do impromptu genital piercings with her fangs. Still, happy Marie noises ensued, at which point I noticed Saffron in the mirror, standing behind me in boy mode, watching the two of them as well.

"Uh..."

"Yes, love?" I really adored Saffron's voice as a guy. I mean, I loved it as a girl as well, but something about her voice as a guy just instantly melted everything between my belly button and knees. Then again, that could be because I'd never seen her do that for any reason other than railing the fuck into me. So, learned response, really.

"Did you want to say something?" I chuckled a little.

"You make it sound like I'd better do so now before my mouth is occupied." He shrugged with one shoulder, smirking as he laid one hand on my hip.

"That might be the case."

"Aw..." He froze.

"You had something else in mind?" I nodded.

"Something specific?" I nodded again, realizing both what I wanted and that my mouth had gone dry.

"Well, unless you use that mouth to tell me, I'm going to put it to better use." Yeah, dunno why, but now and then words just fail me. A not surprising number of those times are when boy mode Saffron is involved, because I swear he just shuts my brain off as much as he turns me on. So I just shot him a mental image of our wedding night, his hands holding Siobhan up while preparing to enbabify her. The next thing I knew my feet were off the floor, his hands around my waist.

I wrapped my feet behind his legs just before I lost all control over them, because Saffron taking advantage of the way he shut down my brain to tip me forward and impale me in the best possible way will do that.

"But since you didn't use your mouth..." Yeah, I lost any and all sense of sanity as he Co-Located in front of me and did unto my mouth as he'd done unto my vajayjay. He stopped. I whined, which turned into a bit of a snicker as he shuddered. I had no idea why, but he shifted around so that I dangled parallel to the end of the bed.

"That's better." I made an interrogative whine, which got him to chuckle as he tangled his hands in my hair, fingers tracing my ears, and took a firm grip on my hips.

"You mention so often how much you love to look at my breasts."

"Mmm hmm?" I definitely needed too remember to make noise, because he twitched every time I did, and that kinda set up a whole, 'noise, twitch, hair pull, noise' cycle that I wanted to explore.

"Has it never occurred to you that I enjoy watching yours just as much?" I glanced to the side, to the mirror. As much as I could by moving my eyes anyway, because he was not letting my head move. Both of him were watching me in the mirror. Staring at my tits, actually, as he slid me into motion and they started to sway. I must have made some kind of noise, because he chuckled and growled out, "oh, now you want to do this to me?" I nodded.

I tried to anyhow, which set up another twitch oscillation cycle, but he got my meaning.

"Well then. I guess you'll have to try to keep that thought in mind. Because I am absolutely about to do my best to put you in a state where the only thing in your mind is what I'm doing to you." Did you just threaten me with a good... I never finished the thought, because in stereo he whispered, "too late." It kinda was, what with him knowing that unlike our Darling, I am not in any way fragile, so he need not be gentle.

Half an hour before the sun rose, he shuddered to a stop, collapsed into the one of him holding me, and lifted me up to kiss me. When our lips parted, girl mode Saffron smiled at me, her eyes sparkling despite her obvious sweaty fatigue.

"So, are you sufficiently fucked now?" I couldn't help it. I grinned with my forehead pressed against hers and managed to say, "eh, it'll do." I forgot how strong my Kitten is, because her being in girl plus mode was no impediment to her rag-dolling me just a lot for like half an hour. Chain word salad achieved.

Also, laughter caused when, as I realized that Marie and Tallulah had left well before, and everybody had just finished eating, she murmured, "I still can't decide whether I prefer the glorious, divine profanity of your orgasmic word salad or the vibrations caused when I prevent them from happening." Yeah, kissed her right up until seconds to sunrise. Slapped her Holy Garb on her without stopping, then maintained the liplock all the way through the sunrise cleanup.

"I love you, Saffron."

"And I you, Tabitha. Now, are you ready to go back out and hunt down those Spartans?" I nodded, realizing something right then that had been bothering me. Insta-dressing my own uniform on as she slipped back fully into girl mode, I blurted the question out before I forgot.

"Why haven't we come across any population centers?" She sighed, laying her head across my chest.

"I can't be certain as to how they know where they are, but they've been avoiding them, love. I've had our Scrying Corps working overtime checking on towns and villages anywhere near their potential line of advance, and none of them show the slightest sign of having been attacked."

"Maybe they've got some guys who can Scry?" She shook her head.

"For all their martial prowess, Spartans tend not to do much abstract Shaping." I took a deep breath, let it out, and snuck in one last kiss.

"Okay then. Back to it, I guess."

"Stay safe, love."

"Never am." With that, I stepped to the Dining Room to gather the trackers, then back to where we'd left off the night before. By the time the sun closed with the horizon, Panther told me we were another day behind them.