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quillyfied · 26 days

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Hellaverse Theories: Helluva Boss S1E3 and S1E4

Welcome to Quilly’s Hellaverse Theories, where I overthink the entire Hellaverse! Moving forward with Helluva Boss this evening, visiting s1e3 and s1e4. I’m on a timetable now, wanting to get these done before the new episode comes out, but since we don’t know when that will be…just gonna have to hope for the best!

Now, jumping into s1e3:

There’s a detail from last episode that I did forget to mention: in a letter that Fizzbot holds up saying Loo Loo Land isn’t copyright infringement, Mammon calls Lucifer “my friend and ruler,” so I guess my speculation on whether or not Lucifer was King of all of Hell or just of Pride in one of my Hazbin Hotel analysis posts can be put to rest! Lucifer is King of all of Hell and not just Pride, I can move on with my life.

Blitzo singing along to dad rock and forgetting half the words: the greatest Mood.

Blitzo and Verosika’s banter is…enlightening. Lots of little tidbits to pick up on. I am SO excited for the opportunity to get to know more details in Apology Tour (PLEASE), because while it’s grade-A vile bickering, it’s the venom and bitterness that drenches their every interaction that really shows that when things were good for them…they were probably really good. As my Hellaverse friend sagely told me, you don’t hate someone that much unless you loved them that much first. Verosika’s BlitzO tattoo isn’t obvious yet, but notice that she’s the only person in the entire show (except maybe Barbie?) whom Blitzo doesn’t correct on the silent O. His choice of opening salvo is petty and gross, just as we expect, but Verosika’s is biting and weird: “and I should have known you’d be here when I heard the Amber Alerts.” Some people have taken that to mean that maybe Blitzo wanted kids when they were together (which could be supported by his adoption of Loona and how he calls Octavia “sweetie” in the second episode, though outside of that there really isn’t much to go on for building a theory about Blitzo wanting explicitly to be a father), and this could also just be a very crass and demeaning joke about Blitzo’s character (calling him a child kidnapper at best, a pedophile at worst), but. I dunno. It’s the first unusual thing Verosika says, but not the last. The second happens at Ozzie’s so we’ll wait until then to get into it more, but here’s the point I’m driving at: Verosika was way more hurt by their breakup than Blitzo was, and she’s still hurt by it. I may posit, given that one of the upcoming episodes is literally named “Apology Tour,” that Verosika lacks closure from their train wreck of a relationship and Blitzo might need to apologize just as much as she needs to hear the apology. Not to say Blitzo is entirely at fault, because I’m sure she gave as good as she got, but she knows about Blitzo’s sister when none of the rest of IMP, not even Loona, seem to know about her (which is funny because there’s a giant poster of her in the office; it was there in the pilot episode so congrats folks this was always the plan, to bait people in with what I’m told is Invader Zim energy and then wallop us all with feels), she gets away with calling Blitzo by his full/former name, and she was clearly someone important enough to him that he still has pictures of from when they were together on his phone. He does feel BAD about how it went down, even if he won’t even admit it to himself.

And how did it all go down? Let’s listen in: “run off, leaving someone else to pay for the hotel room, steal their car and run three rings to Wrath and max HER credit cards on shitty horse-riding lessons.” Ouch. Let’s look at the layout of Hell, which we don’t know yet but will soon: Pride, Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Envy, Sloth. Three rings away from Wrath? Lust. Not surprising, seeing as how Verosika is a succubus, but think about it. A relationship that is likely on the rocks (or, knowing Blitzo, maybe getting too serious and he’s uncomfortable either way), so they take a night in Lust at a hotel (maybe after a performance for Verosika?), and maybe whatever Blitzo was doing (I have seen here and there that he was doing bodyguard work for Verosika but I don’t know about that tbh, I’m willing to bet the flashback we get from s2.5 involving Millie and Blitzo fighting might give us some insight there but it’s likely Blitzo was either still working at Loo Loo Land or had just left it) would have allowed him to pay for the hotel room or at least help pay, and Verosika wakes up with him gone along with her car and her wallet. After she got a tattoo of the guy’s name on her arm. Verosika’s behavior towards him might lend some viewers to believe she deserved that, but I’m not so sure, actually; I don’t think she’d be so hurt and Blitzo would feel guilty about it if she fully deserved that kind of treatment. Yes, yes, this is Hell, everyone is shitty, but there’s something about that scenario that goes beyond shitty into just…ouch. Couple that with her Beezlejuice addiction and all of Blitzo’s fucking trauma…match made in Hell would be too cliché here, right? I’m probably better than that?

I’m not. Match made in Hell, indeed.

Dammit. The HR joke makes me laugh every time.

“I wasted so much time with a bag of holes like that.” So this was a relatively lengthy relationship, then. Making the whole…leaving and stealing thing…worse, actually. It feels less shitty somehow if it was a fling or a hookup, but something that dramatic probably only happens after a longer commitment and WOW I want to know all the details of that train wreck PLEASE VIV AND BRANDON PLEASE.

Side note that I have finally noticed the stickers on the back of the van, that’s ADORABLE Blitzo you absolute SAP.

Also Tex is too good for all of us. Appreciate him. Appreciate the HECK out of him.

(Blitzo protecting his employees because he cares about them, nbd, I’m sure this affliction won’t get any worse for him at all.)

(Blitzo having the exact same thought process I have when I realize I use the same notable words too close together and already posted something, it’s FINE)

There’s something about how the banter flows with Blitzo and Moxxie sometimes that makes me wonder if they improvise this stuff, at least in the writing stages, because “Why don’t YOU take an art class?” “Why don’t YOU see how EXPENSIVE they are?” kills me dead every single time. It’s just. It’s such beautifully comedic escalation into further absurdity. This show is poetry sometimes.

So I think it’s been confirmed that the scenes in the 2.5 trailer in a fancy Pride room with the Goetia and the Sins is a trial; there are little hints here and there that some sort of unrest is building, that Blitzo and IMP going topside is causing wider-spread issues that are slow-burning but there. I think this is the first episode where we lay the foundation work, beyond the actual first episode where Stolas reminds them that their use of his grimoire is technically illegal: not only is it illegal, but they’re supposed to be in human disguises on top of that. And they’re not supposed to be obvious about what they’re doing. Or causing giant fish monsters to grow out of the ocean and attack humans. It also makes me wonder if the killing of humans themselves is also illegal, but somehow I doubt that; I think they’re just supposed to not be obvious about it. Pretty sure this will be popping up more in future episodes, which I’ll list as they appear, but I think it’s a good bet that what IMP is doing is not just piddlingly illegal, but actually a big hecking deal.

Also a first showing of Blitzo’s surprisingly strategic and smart mind: they aren’t supposed to be seen, and loose shots will cause a panic. Sensible. Absolutely correct to use Loona as bait to lure away their targets. It becomes more and more obvious the longer the show goes on, but the ways Blitzo’s bizarre brain is actually kind of a genius at strategy and violence to get to his preferred outcome are both entertaining and gratifying to see. Until his care for Loona completely overrides his sense, but, y’know. Can’t win ‘em all, can’t fault Blitzo for being worried about her (especially when she has a YEARLY SHOT that she can get only EVERY FIVE YEARS, that feels AWFULLY POINTED, HEIRARCHY OF HELL).

And, yeah, Verosika has SO much room to be talking, when she’s throwing a flask of Beezlejuice into a crowd of humans, and from my understanding, that stuff is toxic to humans. The thing falling into the ocean and mutating a fish isn’t as discreet as humans dying from ODing on a hellish liquor, but it does seem more like giving them a fighting chance. Additional question: succubi and incubi (unsure if there’s a difference in the Hellaverse or not) in lore, to my memory, get something out of encouraging sexual appetites in humans and killing them for it, dragging their souls to Hell; at the very least, they feed off the sexual energy until they kill their host. What exactly is the succubi’s purpose in the Hellaverse? Because it doesn’t seem to be killing humans. And they’re adept at inspiring lust, but to what end? Probably doesn’t really matter, but I’m curious anyway. Wonder if it’s ever going to be explained (because much like the Envy demon who will be showing up in Ghostfuckers, I assume there is an actual reason for them doing what they do, and I wanna know why hanging around and messing with humans is so beneficial to them. Can’t be for their souls; all sinners go to Pride and they have their own issues to be dealing with, and it seems only sinners can own and barter souls anyway).

Listen, I know Blitzo isn’t nearly that awkward around other people, but something about Loona being so nervous around people and stumbling and being adorable (to us, at least) just screams “yeah this is Blitzo’s kid” to me, somehow. IDK why. Maybe the yearning for connection while being kinda hopeless at making any. Especially with each other. Though in a way, Blitzo managed to do exactly what he wanted: he made a stable, safe place for Loona. She relies on him, she cares about him, and while she’s closer to him than almost anyone else, she does have very much a kid’s view of their parent: he’s always fine, he’ll be okay. It was just a dumb fight. He’ll get over it. He’ll be there for her when she needs him (and often when she doesn’t). THAT’S FAMILY BAYBEEEEE.

(Heeee Drunk Possum Moxxie :D :D :D)

“Would be a shame if anyone found out y’all were behind a giant monster fish in the human world.” “Oh Satan! You’d all be so FUCKED!” …yeah that trial ain’t gonna be a good thing, is it, fam. My gut feeling that IMP, or at least Blitzo, is gonna be on trial for everything he’s doing in the human world continues to gain traction in my own head.

“Let’s get you some friends, girl.” TEX IS TOO GOOD FOR US.

Listen I’m more sensitive these days to fat jokes but sometimes…sometimes the fat jokes are just really funny. “Let’s go park our FAT FUCKIN CAR in our FAT FUCKIN SPACE” dammit why is that funny. Why am I laughing. (Maybe because it isn’t using fat in a derogatory way, more a victorious to neutral descriptive way? I don’t know.)

The fact that the chorus of the song that Blitzo is singing in the credits goes into the tune of HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH BY BELINDA CARLISLE ABSOLUTELY *KILLS* ME. MURDERS ME DEAD. OMG.

So, in my first journey through these episodes, the showing of care between Blitzo and Loona helped me get through this. But the next episode…that one was kinda hard for me to plow through. It’s easier now, so let’s go!

To episode 4!

First things first: heeee Cherub Towne and Imp City. My brain does love its symmetry.

Second things second: wow Collin gets thrown into all the crap situations, huh? I’m so excited to see them again in s2.5 (I KNEW CHERUB AND DHORKS WOULD BE WORKING TOGETHER OKAY I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. I’M NOT GONNA STOP SCREAMING ABOUT THAT), because even this early, Collin deserves better and already seems kind of at odds with his teammates.

Also interesting how Hell seems to get Heaven’s commercials. Makes me wonder if anybody in Heaven gets Hell’s, and what that might mean if any of them saw the Hazbin Hotel commercial. (Ooh. Wouldn’t that be fun, if the commercial actually does something in Hazbin Hotel s2? Like…alert a certain spider-shaped winner that her twin brother is alive in Hell and attempting redemption? HMMM.)

I’ve been pondering what to call Blitzo’s gun, since I don’t know gun types. “Flintlock” is what I kept seeing most, but that puzzled me, since flintlocks are single-shot firearms that need loaded a specific way and the show doesn’t do that. EXCEPT IT DOES. RIGHT HERE. IN THIS EPISODE. Which makes me kinda happy, because “flintlock” is a badass and kinda sexy word.

Also, Wally Wackford as a recurring background character makes me happy.

Aaaaaand the advent of the Fat Jokes About Moxxie That Make Literally No Sense Because LOOK AT HIM Train. Lovely.

Y’know, on the subject of Moxxie, actually, which I was maybe saving for a later episode but screw it I’m thinking about it now because of the frame I paused the episode on to write the previous paragraph: he doesn’t have any scars. His freckles are there (and freckles and tattoos are also white on imps, though there is every possibility that Moxxie and his mother weren’t freckled, but…scarred…specifically…), but no other white patches on him. I find that fascinating.

OKAY HERE WE GO, 1:41 INTO THE EPISODE: a nice long shot of the poster of Blitzo and Barbie Wire, the Amazing Imp Twins. Clearly made before the accident. What precisely their show was meant to be, I couldn’t say, because Blitzo is the one in clown attire and Barb just looks sort of normal, but it looks like early concept art anyway so we’ll let them have it. Millie later pops up in this empty space, but the fact that we get such a long uninterrupted view of the background makes it clear that this is important information we the audience are supposed to pick up on. HB does this often, actually, and it makes the rewatch rewards SO GOOD.

“I am eccentric and must therefore do eccentric shit!” Mood.

You heard it here first, folks: Moxxie finds eternal torment hot.

Okay, here’s another building block for my “IMP is in deep legal shit” theory; the “three tacky stalkers about to attempt a Murder” scene. Where there are many pictures taken of them. And their disguises are…okay. Humans don’t typically see the imps and immediately think “devils” (see “possum”), but that’s still photographic evidence that at least one earthly agency and any hellish law enforcement could use against them. Which just makes me question the whole “human disguises” rigamarole, how Loona got one, and how far we can plausibly stretch “IMP doesn’t get any” before it becomes ridiculous past the point of humor or belief.

Blitzo losing his cat sock puppet in a holy explosion: the most poignant story of loss in this entire show.

Okay actually who sent CHERUB to save Lyle Lipton? I know they say “on behalf of all the people benefitted by your amazing technological advances” but…like…who???? Who was the poor naïve person who sent CHERUB to go stop that man from committing suicide? Unless it was more calculated than that, but I doubt it.

“Commit die” should be what took off instead of “unaliving.” Only children’s show animated Deadpool gets to say that word. Heck.

“He’s classier than that!” NO ONE IS CLASSIER THAN A KATANA, COLLIN.

The costumes that IMP is wearing all episode are incredible, though. I know Blitzo’s first one is a character by Brandon Rogers, though I’d love to know who/what Moxxie and Millie were supposed to be (more characters by him?). The second round is pretty obvious: it’s Cats. Which is only funnier given the movie abomination. I know nothing about it but Blitzo as Rum Tum Tugger feels appropriate on a vibes level. But the third round…WHO ARE THEY. WHERE ARE THEY FROM. THEY SEEM SO SPECIFIC BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS. IS IT HEATHERS? IS IT MEAN GIRLS? IS IT HAIRSPRAY? WHAT IS IT.

So imps seem about as mortal as living humans, if a little hardier, and it doesn’t seem as though cherubs come packing angelic steel (…Heavenly classism?), so getting threatened by some golden crossbows seems about as dangerous as anything else; it does make me wonder if cherubs have the same mortality rates as imps, though.

Keenie showing her own bloodlust and rage issues and Cletus going along with it feels…foreshadowy, now that we know they’re coming back for sure. Saying it once again: Collin is not gonna be on board with them and how far they’re willing to go for vengeance (though admittedly getting locked out of Heaven because their fight with IMP caused them to accidentally kill the mark is a pretty good reason to go looking for vengeance; however, a human agency outfitting and working with angels to invade Hell is NOT gonna look good for IMP if and when the law comes calling).

Nice to know that Helluva Boss is just as clueless for what gets someone into Heaven/Hell as Hazbin Hotel, only it matters so much less and their guesses for getting into Hell are much more on the mark, I think :P

Also, is this the only episode where the credits aren’t bloodstained? I haven’t been paying enough attention.

And that’s the end of this batch of episodes! Next batch coming soon!

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amberheardlove · 2 years

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🫀All the Boys Love Mandy Lane (2006)

#amber heard #amber heard icons #amber heard layout #all the boys love mandy lane #movie #horror #layouts #twitter #pfps #icons #actress #All the Boys Love Mandy Lane layout #All the Boys Love Mandy Lane icons #mandy lane #2006 #atblml

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kreinvulon · 4 months

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For the ask game, I'll take a 3 and 19 for Vyn! 👀

sure! i accidentally wrote a lot. i’ll put it under the cut, so i don’t clog anyone’s feed.

3. “what are their religious affiliations, and how does their worship affect their day-to-day life?”

— being an assassin of the dark brotherhood, it’s obvious that orivyn holds some form of reverence for sithis and the night mother. the dunmer hold beliefs that sithis’s birth was the start of creation anyways, and thus, vyn has a lot of respect for the obscure entity. his relationship with the night mother is— of course— more intimate. regardless, he still holds respect for other deities. most.

in terms of worship, i believe that his worship is displayed through his interactions with the world: with each contract killed, he refuses to tamper with the body ( unless necessary for a series of contracts i.e. leading to the emperor’s ) in a belief he will desecrate it. he does this with all other corpses unless they have posed some threat to him.

if possible, he may leave a deathbell or nightshade flower beside the corpse, like an offering to the soul as it travels to the void. he, also, collects bones or skulls. vyn holds the same beliefs about death as gabriella, where the brotherhood “plays some part in a being's inevitable end”. doom’s herald, as she says, honour too.

as for the night mother, he frequently leaves offerings beside her coffin whenever he can— flowers like the aforementioned, bones, teeth, skulls. orivyn greets her when he can, and heeds her words. there hasn’t been a time where he’s disrespected her (cough astrid).

fun bonus fact: his worship of the night mother feels more sincere than anything else. as youth, vyn was encouraged to pray to azura, who his mother revered. yet, he slowly felt more “abandoned” over time by the prince. he silently ceased his prayer in belief no deity would “save him” from his sorrow.

19. “how are they with money? do they hoard, or do they spend until their pockets are empty and they have to find work again? have they saved for any houses?”

— i’d say orivyn’s fine with money, i don’t think he spends until his pockets are empty. it’s not something i’ve given much thought. he gets a decent pay from contracts and work on the side, and is cautious and reasonable with his septims. spends a little, saves a little, just in case... asides from when him and gore are at an inn. he consistently offers to pay for every single drink until gore gives in. they’re both stubborn as fuck.

and, yeah, vyn manages to get a small house. he sees no need for a giant manor with stewards and whatnot. a small, secluded cottage concealed in the amber forests of the rift suits him just fine. think elianora’s ruska, just in a different spot, and with a slightly altered interior layout. very cosy.

city life would be too much for him. i also like to think that vyn chose the rift, as he’s heard a lot about how gore cherishes the aspen groves. he shares the home with him.

#kriin talks #oc: orivyn arethren #tes v skyrim #skyrim oc #gore skyrim #<- only mentions but i hope it’s relevant to tag

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secondsonaym · 1 year

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The Vessel Project - Just How Life Goes [Kallamar 2]

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After eating with Lord Verchiel--A wonderful meal of various kinds of seafood as well as imported goods from the other territories--I decided to take a walk around the temple, and properly acquaint myself with the layout. Despite having lived here for some time, I had never actually looked around too much, and only knew a few other members of the order.

The first ones I ran into were Peridot and Amber, two lobsters that served as Lord Verchiel’s personal guard. They stood just outside the archway to the small chamber where we had eaten, and gave me simple nods when I passed by. I figured talking to them would distract them from their duty, so I merely left it at that as I moved down the hall.

Strangely enough, I found myself drawn to a certain room in the eastern portion of the temple, near where everyone’s sleeping quarters were. I could smell a distinct mix of herbs, strong but not necessarily offensive, long before I reached the door.

Poking my head in, I could see that this looked to be an infirmary. Several cots were lined against the walls, with only a couple on the far end of the room being occupied by sleeping forms.

A few shelves stood at the front of the room, stocked with various bottles and jars of substances I didn’t recognize, as well as bandages and materials for setting splints. I was so enthralled with reading the various labels, that I didn’t notice the figure at the desk just a few feet away, only managing to snap to attention when they spoke up.

“Hello, do you feel unwell?”

My head snapped to the source of the voice: A shark, looking up from a book to gaze at me expectantly. Her expression was soft and kind, but something about her surprised me to the point I couldn’t respond right away.

Instead of an eye, a purple gem sat in her left eye socket. Though I was used to the crystal adornments the members of the order had, I had never seen one such as this.

“Hah, yes, people do tend to be a bit in awe when they first see it.” She laughed, gently touching it with the tip of her fin. “A gift from Lord Verchiel. He said the color really suited me.”

“It is quite pretty.” I agreed, still needing a moment before I could take my eyes off it. “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

“It’s quite alright, little one.” She assured me, her warm laugh spreading to her voice and smile. “People staring proves the value of Lord Verchiel’s gift. But you didn’t answer my question…”

Her question? Oh, right she had asked a question when I came in.

“I f-feel fine.” I stammered as I answered, still a bit embarrassed. “I’m just looking around the temple properly for the first time since arriving here. I’m Kalla-Er, I mean, Opal.”

At this, her eye widened, and she stood up to give me a formal bow. Why would she do that?

“So you’re the disciple Lord Verchiel has chosen! Well, it is such a pleasure to finally meet you, Opal. I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”

“You have?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Many of the acolytes passing through here have mentioned you once or twice. Everyone seems to have high hopes in regards to your training.” She explained, sitting back down. “I’m happy you’re here simply exploring, rather than needing my services.”

“This is the temple infirmary?” I asked, to which she nodded, confirming my earlier assumption. “It’s pretty basic, isn’t it?”

“For what it is, I suppose so.” She agreed. “Lord Verchiel handles any major sickness or wound that passes through, so for the most part my job is setting casts or watching feverish sleepers.”

Then she gasped, clapping her hands on her cheeks.

“My goodness me! I completely forgot to introduce myself! How rude of me!”

Oh, now that she mentioned it, she hadn’t given me her name at all…

“My name is Ametrine. I’ve served here in the temple for a few years now, though I’ve only been in charge of the infirmary for a few months.”

“That’s a pretty name.” I commented with a smile. It certainly suited her.

“Aww, you’re sweet. Thank you. It’s actually the same kind of stone set in my eye. I think Lord Verchiel chose it on purpose. He’s always had an eye for gems and crystals.”

“Do all acolytes get gems that match their names?” I asked without really thinking. I wasn’t sure why such a thing interested me, but considering Ametrine’s comment, I was curious.

“I think Lord Verchiel tries to make it so, yes.” She nodded. “I’m unsure if there’s any specific criteria, but it usually isn’t the first gem they get.”

Strange…

Back home, jewelry was reserved for priests and other officiants of the churches. In fact, you were expected to dress modestly most of the time, and to not stand out too much from your fellow worshipers. I still sort of dressed that way, with an attire largely made of one hue. Would I be expected to wear more colorful garb the longer I stayed here?

“Is there anything else you need, if you’re not in need of medical attention?” Ametrine asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

“Um, no, I suppose not…” I admitted. “Like I said, really just looking around and all that.”

“Then can I ask you a question?”

Huh? Well, if she had a question, why didn’t she just ask it? But rather than say that, I merely nodded, prompting her to go ahead.

“Lord Verchiel left with you to go visit one of the other bishops, right? He had stopped by this morning to ask how to easily clean blood and mentioned something like that.”

“Er… Y-Yes, we did. To Raziel’s temple, specifically.”

“What was the surface like?” She asked, tenting her fins together in an excited posture.

Right… Anchordeep was under the water, and not many people actually ever had the opportunity to explore the surface. Of course some would be curious.

“Well, we specifically went to Silk Cradle, which is a territory that is a bit… Unique.” I began. “It’s like the trenches we have here, but without any, uh, water. It was very dark, too. I didn’t see a lot of the outside, though, we spent most of our time in the temple.”

“Ooooh, but what you describe still sounds so interesting!” Ametrine squealed, making me jump a little. “Trenches, but with no water? Oh, I would have loved to see them myself…”

Her tailfin swayed back and forth as she rocked a bit in her seat with excitement. It was actually kind of nice to see, after Chambersite’s harsh attitude this morning.

“Sorry if the question sounded weird.” She then said, still smiling, though apologetically now. “I just find the surface so fascinating. The most I ever see of it is via our medicinal ingredients.”

My eyes turned back to the jars on the shelves, and I gestured to them when I looked back to her. “You mean those?”

“Mhm. Say, if you want to know a little bit about medicine and healing, I’ll gladly teach you some things! Especially if you tell me more about the surface, should you ever go again. Here, grab any jar that interests you, and I’ll tell you about what’s inside!”

Well, I was curious… And the offer she had made certainly seemed fair! I took a moment to look on the shelf, before picking up a narrow jar full of bright red petals, setting it on the desk in front of her.

“What about these?”

She glanced at the jar before gently clapping her fins, beaming.

“Ah, these are camellias! They’re a lovely red flower that grows in a territory I’m told is called ‘the Darkwood.’ Their use is as a natural antibiotic, meaning they help stave off infection, and can also be used against fevers.”

“Oh, wow…” I said, looking incredulously at the little blooms tucked into the jar. “And how do you use them?”

“Usually, you grind them into a powder,” Ametrine explained, “To either be eaten straight or mixed with other ingredients, should you need any other benefits. For example, combined with ginger, it can help stave off ailments like the flu!”

“They’re really useful, then!” I gasped.

“Oh, yes, quite possibly my most-used ingredient, honestly. Their versatility is a godsend.”

I looked at the camellias for a bit longer before returning the jar to its place on the shelf. I definitely wanted to learn more about all the stuff Ametrine had, but I had probably spent more time than necessary in the infirmary. Besides, at that moment, somebody new walked in.

“Alright, Ametrine, I’m here. I didn’t forget this time.”

Through the doorway scuttled a hermit crab with a striking blue carapace. They wore a simple scarf adorned by a brooch with a blue gem, and their shell was covered in smaller crystals that shimmered slightly as they walked.

What surprised me most about them, however, was their size. Usually hermit crabs got pretty big, even in their early age, yet this one wasn’t much taller than I was. I would have mistaken them for a kid as well, if it weren’t for the fact I knew there were no other children in the temple.

“Oh, Lazuli, there you are!” Ametrine said. “Good, I was wondering if I was going to have to come get you.”

“Chambersite barged in and kept nitpicking my latest project. Got so pissed, I couldn’t focus on my work. So I told him to fuck off and decided I’d rather--”

“Oh, um! Lazuli!” Ametrine interrupted, face flushing as she glanced to me. “This here is Opal, Lord Verchiel’s chosen! Perhaps you should watch your words around such an impressionable boy, hm? ”

“Ah. Hell.” Lazuli said flatly as they finally turned their eyestalks to notice me. “Yeah, I guess I probably should, huh.”

“Anyway, let’s get on with that check-up, shall we?” Ametrine prompted, rising from her seat and gesturing to an empty cot for Lazuli to sit on.

“I should probably get going now.” I said, bowing my head a little bit. “Thank you for your time, Amet--”

“Nah, nah.” Lazuli said once they had clambered up onto the cot. “It’s not gonna be anything intensive, and I wanna talk to you a bit, so stay.”

I paused at the doorway, tilting my head. Lazuli wanted to talk to me? Well, I had already seen firsthand that my reputation preceded me, but it was still a bit odd…

“Are you sure, Lazuli?” Ametrine asked the question burning in my mind. “Because I wanted to also look at your, um, shell--”

“It’s fine.” Lazuli said with a wave of their claw. “‘Sides, can’t pass up on my first opportunity to meet with Lord Verchiel’s chosen.”

“Well… If you’re alright with it…” Ametrine mumbled before gesturing for me to grab a seat.

I found an empty stool and carried it over to the cot, taking a seat while Ametrine stood next to Lazuli, picking up one of their claws in her fins.

“Let’s start with a general look-over of your carapace.” She said.

“So,” Lazuli said, looking me over for a moment, “You’re this ‘Opal’ I’ve heard a lot about, huh?”

“I suppose I am.” I said, kicking my legs back and forth out of habit. “I did hear your name mentioned, before I came here, actually. When Lord Verchiel told Chambersite to go see you.”

“Ah, is that so?” Lazuli commented, handing their other claw over to Ametrine. “Well, allow me to properly introduce myself, then. I’m Lazuli, resident sculptor and organizer for all ‘beautification’ projects in the temple. Tend to have a bit of a foul tongue, though--apologies for my language a bit ago.”

“Oh, that’s quite alright.” I assured them with a shake of my head. “I know what words are appropriate to say. You don’t have to mind your words around me.”

“You hear that, Ammy?” Lazuli snorted, making Ametrine jump a little in surprise.

“ Lazuli! ” Ametrine scolded, good eye narrowing a bit.

“ Ametrine. ” Lazuli corrected themself, though they didn’t sound too pleased with having to do so. “Anyway,” they turned back to me, “We’re probably going to be seeing a lot more of each other as you spend your time here and get on with your training.”

“How so?” I asked.

“Well, aside from all the decorations of the temple, I manage the decorations of the order members as well.” They tilted their head forward to allow Ametrine a better look at their back. “Used to be I had a partner who handled that stuff, but… Well, I’m doing the work of two people now, let’s put it that way. So when you start earning your necklaces and earrings and stuff from Lord Verchiel, it’ll be me who has to do measurements and gem cutting.”

“Is it fun?”

“Eh…” Lazuli waved a claw for a moment, not bothering to hide their grimace. “The sculpting is. But the gem-cutting, the polishing, the setting it into chains and all that… Is not to my liking. But nobody else in the temple has even half the skill my former partner did, so I’m kind of stuck with it for now.”

“What happened to your partner?” I found myself asking, before stiffening at my lack of consideration. That was probably a personal question, why did I even ask it? Splotches of yellow ran across my arms, indicating my unease.

“Well, simply put, they--” Lazuli began, but Ametrine suddenly turned and slapped her fin over their mouth.

“They stepped down from the position. Now they handle one of the transport lines for imported goods.” She said, with a smile I couldn’t help but notice was forced. “It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes people can feel… Stifled, here at the temple, since it’s not terribly active.”

Lazuli’s eyes narrowed, but they didn’t say anything when Ametrine finally removed her fin and returned to her examination.

“Yeah, that’s all.” They mumbled. “It’d be nice to have them back, but… Their happiness is more important. So I’ll keep on with what I’ve been doing in the meantime.”

“I’ve seen a lot of your stuff around the temple.” I offered, deciding to shift the topic. “It’s all very pretty. You’re really skilled.”

It was true. Several statues and ornaments stood in the halls and hung on the walls of the temple, each unique and clearly having had hours of time put into them. Sometimes I couldn't help but sit and stare at them at times, going over every last inch of the handiwork.

“Years of practice.” They said with a proud smile. “I’ve been carving stone and sculpting clay for nearly 20 years now--”

“You don’t look very old.” I commented, once again realizing far too late how inappropriate of a comment that was.

“My size probably complicates things.” They said after a distinct pause. They looked down to the ground for a moment, before lifting their head and turning their eyestalks to look at Ametrine.

“How’s it look, Ammy?”

Ametrine looked to me and then to Lazuli, as if asking them something without saying a word. When Lazuli gave her an approving nod, she turned back to the point she had been examining on Lazuli’s body: The opening of their shell, where the rest of Lazuli was tucked.

Her demeanor was more pensive now, to the point she didn’t correct Lazuli on the use of the nickname.

“It’s as I suspected. Any longer like this and it could cause serious damage to your body, Lazuli.”

The mood in the room seemed to shift, from a casual atmosphere to one of overhanging dread. Ametrine was clearly doing her best to hold back her feelings, but I could see the furrow in her brow. Lazuli, meanwhile, remained deadpan, instead looking to the floor as they thought.

“You need a new shell, before it’s too late.” Ametrine insisted, looking to Lazuli.

“I’ve been using this one for years. I can go longer.”

“To the point you’ll lose the use of your legs?” Ametrine snapped. “S-Sorry, but… My stance is the same as when I first spoke to you about this, Lazuli. It’s what all hermit crabs do, and you’re no exception.”

Oh… So from the sounds of things, Lazuli was getting too big for their shell--Or had been too big for quite a while. But… They refused to change it? How come?

“Why not get a new one?” I asked, not sure why Lazuli was risking their own well-being over a natural behavior of their species. “Surely it’s not that hard to find one you can use.”

“Hah.” Lazuli spat, tone suddenly turning bitter as they squinted at me. “The problem isn’t finding a new shell, it’s handling the old one.”

“Huh?”

“It’s… Nothing you need to be concerned about, kid.” They said, waving their claw. “I’m thinking over my options. It’ll be fine, I promise.”

Hm… I had a distinct feeling they weren’t being completely honest, but… Was it really my place to insist as such? I had just met them, after all, so perhaps it was best I didn’t involve myself in their problems…

“I think you should be on your way now, Opal.” Ametrine said quietly, giving me another small smile--this time a bit tired. “I’d like to speak with Lazuli in private.”

“Oh, of course.” I managed, getting up from my seat. I gave the two adults a bow of my head before heading to the door.

I recall, just as I had stepped past the threshold, that Ametrine had begun speaking again--Try as she might to whisper, she wasn’t very good at it, unfortunately. I paused, just out of sight, straining my ears to listen.

“I’m sure if you explained things, Lord Verchiel would make an exception, Lazuli. It’s not as if--”

“I am not going to end up like Lapis.” Lazuli barked, not caring about their volume.

“Still, I don’t think--”

“And what if Lord Verchiel doesn’t see it our way? You’ve seen His rage.”

“I… I still think you should at least try.”

Silence, and then--

“If I end up here on one of your cots with one of my claws torn off, it’ll be your fault… Ammy. ”

Not wanting to hear any more, I hurried off down the hall.

Just… What were they talking about? And who was Lapis?

I was so distracted by these questions that, in my haste, I neglected to look where I was going, and bumped head-first into somebody, bumping backwards onto the floor.

“Ah! S-Sorry, I’m sorry…” I stammered, shaking my head to clear it. I looked up to see who it was I had run into, only to stiffen, my skin paling considerably.

It was Chambersite.

He leered down at me, not the least bit unbalanced from the collision. After a moment, he gave a snort and held a hand out to me--I flinched, fearing he was going to take my arm again, but I then realized he was waiting for me to take hold of it.

“Where are ya in a rush to?” He asked as he pulled me up.

“Um, n-nowhere in particular…” I admitted, and it was sort of the truth… I really just wanted to get away from the infirmary, but my destination wasn’t really anything I had thought of.

“Well, yer lucky ya bumped into me.” He said, now folding his arms. “If yer done with yer little lunch break, we’re going to resume training for the day.”

Oh…

My stomach once again churned, making me feel like I should head back to the infirmary. That camellia and ginger mixture sounded like it would have really helped at that moment…

“Barnacles below, kid, calm down.” He rolled his eyes as he turned and began to walk. “It’s not gonna be combat this time. You’ve got scripture to go over.”

Scripture… Right… If I was going to be Lord Verchiel’s disciple, I needed to know all the verses by heart. At least it wasn’t fighting…

Calming down a bit, I hurried after him, his long strides making it a bit hard to keep up without almost jogging.

“So where’d ya even go after eating?” He asked, not looking back to me.

“Just… Around. I explored a little.” I explained. “I found the infirmary, and met Ametrine, as well as Lazuli.”

“Ah, so that’s where Lazuli ran off to. M’kay. Ametrine’s a nice gal. ‘d she pester you ‘bout the surface?”

“A little, yeah… But I wasn’t able to tell her much.”

“She gets really excited about that sorta stuff. I offered to take her up a few times on patrols, but she seems pretty skittish about actually seeing things firsthand.”

I stared at Chambersite, a bit confused by this more casual side of him. Now that he wasn’t being so gruff and brandishing a pole, he seemed… Well, almost nice. It was certainly odd…

“Um, Chambersite, sir, can I ask you something?”

“Knock yerself out, kid.”

“Who was Lapis?”

At this, Chambersite stopped walking, taking me by surprise enough that I almost bumped into him again. When I regained my balance, he looked down at me, a quizzical expression and a raised brow on his face.

“Didn’t think Lazuli’d tell you ‘bout them first meeting.” He commented.

“Well… They talked about them a little bit, but didn’t go into too much detail… Just that they used to be a gem cutter?”

I didn’t even know if that was true. I was just using context clues from what Lazuli had said earlier in our conversation, figuring Lapis had to be the partner they had spoken about.

“Yeah, they used to handle making all the various things people ‘round here wear. Think I was the last one they made anything for before it was just Lazuli.” He said with a shrug.

“Before they went to work with imports?”

Chambersite stared at me for several seconds, a flash of confusion on his face. He then shook his head, turning away and starting to walk once more, so I went after him.

“Yeah. Sure. Before that. Their transfer was pretty sudden, so Lazuli’s been a bit beat up about it, ‘s all. They were like peas in a pod.”

“Oh… Well that’s kind of sad.” I mumbled.

Part of me wanted to bring up what Lazuli and Ametrine had talked about--the fact Lazuli’s shell was too small. But then I remembered what Lazuli had said… That it wasn’t something I should be concerned about. It also wasn’t my business to go around telling other people about it… So I remained quiet.

“Stuff like this happens. Jus’ how life goes. Don’t worry ‘bout it too much. Now c’mon, we should hurry on over to the library ‘fore Citrine blows a gasket.”

And with that, we resumed walking, nothing but the sound of our footsteps echoing in the halls.

#usurper au #ch5 #kallamar #chambersite #ametrine #lazuli

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Bewitching Monsters - Multi-Monster Special 2

Series Rating: 18+ Chapter Contains: swearing, sexual scenes, alcohol Pairing: variety

BeMo Masterlist ☆ Writing Masterlist

Thank you for reading this story to the end—especially those of you who have been here since early on. Since this is the last arc for this series, I decided not to go by my usual chapter length constraints, so enjoy this extra-long chapter. This series has been such a mixed bag to write; overall, I’m happy where it has ended up. At this time, I do not plan on writing any more stories for these characters.

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Notes: To be clear, a slate is equivalent to a smartphone. I haven’t talked too much of the tech-side of this world, so I wanna make sure there isn’t confusion about what exactly I’m talking about when it comes up in this chapter, since it’s an important detail. Also, selachii = shark anthromorph & cetacean = whale/dolphin anthromorph; I literally just them made up based on the scientific classifications. Inkdine = an undine of the cephalopod (aka inkfish) variety (also made up by me because I just didn’t feel like using “octomaid” or anything similar); come in a variety of anatomy layouts, so imagine whatever tentacled hottie you want.

Alt pronouns used: xe/xem/xir/xirs/xemself [in comparison to: they/them/their/theirs/themself]

THEO:

The ocean. I couldn’t believe I was going to see the ocean. So much of my life had felt like a dream since meeting Witch, and especially since moving in with her. I felt spoiled to go on this trip with them. To be treated to a beach-appropriate wardrobe by Witch’s friend, Willow.

More than a handful of times I thought to change my mind about going. It all felt too much. But that would ruin it for them, wouldn’t it? And that felt worse. Every time I felt like staying home, curled up on the couch, I’d scold myself that I moved in with Witch for a reason. I didn’t come here to stay in my usual patterns. I came here for newness. To grow. To see the world and change. As a mothfolk, one would think I’d be accustomed with change. Yet no. All of my decades of adulthood were spent in a fairly consistent cycle.

I was determined to put myself out there.

And so the three of us went to Flordora to meet up with another of Witch’s friends, a naga named Quendi. Xe met us at the train station. Negoni wasn’t far from Flordora, but it’d be easier to travel via train, what with everyone’s luggage and Quendi’s mobility aid.

As we made our way over to the second train, Quendi jumped right into a conversation that I couldn’t believe xe was having so openly in public. “So you gonna hook up with Kashga again while you’re here?” xe directed at Witch.

She shot an abashed look at xem.

“What?! She never told us about this,” Caera interjected before Witch could respond. “Who’s Kashga?”

“My cousin.”

“How the fuck…” Witch trailed off. Her comment drowning out Caera’s whispered aside thatshe really got a thing for cousins.

“One: bitch I know you. And two: the itch isn’t the only thing that runs in the family.” Xe flashed a dubious look, then cackled as realization twisted Witch’s expression into a furious glare.

“Fucker. You’ve had an amber sensitivity all this time?! Why did you never say anything?”

Xe shrugged. “Well when you first made it for me, I didn’t know you that well and it was a bit embarrassing to bring up. But then I kinda turned it in my favor and got into sex work, so… yeah.”

“So glad I could be your catalyst,” she said flatly.

“Anyways—if I heard her correctly,” xe pointed at Caera, “who’s this other cousin you fucked?”

“By the gods, I’m disowning you both!” Witch declared as she picked up her pace and started marching ahead of all us.

Caera sidled up to Quendi. “So it was her main hookup’s late-wife’s adopted cousin.”

“What the fuck?” Xe shook xir head and called up to Witch, “Trying to stretch that connection thin much?”

Witch stopped and whipped around. “It wasn’t intended! I knew Imdes well before I met Valzok, but I didn’t know their connection till after Val and I got together!”

Quendi’s face brightened with so much delight. “Blessed gods, that Imdes?” Witch’s body language said it all. Xe cackled again. “About damn time you jumped on that.”

“Can we stop talking about my sex life now?” Witch pleaded.

“That entirely depending on if you’re gonna hook up with more people on this vaca,” Caera said with a saucy little wiggle. “Us included—I’m absolutely putting that out on the table now, so bow out now if you’re not game.”

“Disowned.”

With a dramatic flair, Caera draped herself on Witch’s shoulders and pouted her lip. “But Mistress, I brought all of my attachments.”

“Extra disowned!” Witch shrugged her off and yet again started walking faster to separate herself from us.

“You have attachments?” Quendi asked, reasonably confused.

“Perks of the doll I possess: I have interchangeable genitals.”

“Oh shit? Well fuck Witch, I’m adopting you now,” xe laughed.

They all got along so well. Banter flowed easily between them.

And then there was me, silently hanging out in the back of the group, only watching, not contributing anything. I was the odd one out for multiple reasons… but I did my best to hide it. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. So I put on the usual soft smile I wore and continued to follow.

But when we settled into our private cabin on the train, I was called out. Discretely at first. Witch leaned over and whispered to me, “Everything okay? You seem tense.”

“Oh, no no no. I’m fine,” I reassured, waving my hands dismissively.

“You don’t need to hide things from me, Theo.” She placed her hand on mind. Squeezed. She was close enough to kiss and her warmth was so inviting. “This vacation is for all of us to enjoy.”

“Well, I… You see. I’ve never… I can’t…” The words weren’t coming out. I’ve never admitted this to anyone. I’ve never had anyone who I felt admitting it to. I steadied myself, then tried again. “I can’t have sex. Penetration, even just fingers, is too painful. So…”

“Shit, and we just spent this whole time talking about sex. I’m so sorry, Theo. We’ll definitely change topics. Sorry.”

“No. Please. It’s okay. I don’t mind hearing about it. I just… can’t relate to any of your stories.” And this was when I noticed the other two were absolutely listening in. Oh no. I did my best to hide in my fluff. Ugh! The vacation hadn’t officially begun yet and I’ve already embarrassed myself.

The others whispered a bit, then Quendi and Witch excused themselves from the cabin. Caera moved to sit beside me. “If you’ll permit me, there’s something I’d like to try with you.”

“Try what?”

Her doll went limp then she spoke from my other side. “To pleasure you. You see, when I move through someone...” I felt a tingly warmth in my right shoulder. Then it vanished. “They feel it. And I can make you feel it a lot.”

I was beyond overwhelmed. This was all so sudden. Did they all really think I could say yes to this so easily? I wasn’t like them. I couldn’t just hook up with a friend.

Could I…?

“I… We can try.”

Caera hummed in delight. Her warmth soon filled me in a way I was not used to. For the first time, I didn’t feel any pain. What I did feel though… It gave me the heady feeling like when I fly; the shiver of a new winter breeze; the lethargy of lying in the summer sun. With every shudder and whimper, the sensations grew more intense. Caera definitely knew what she was doing. I started to feel tingly, and the squirming need to… relieve myself. Was this normal? It was all such a mix of new sensations and emotions, I had trouble focusing on letting myself enjoy it all—were all of these feelings supposed to be enjoyed? I wanted to enjoy this. I really did. And I didn’t want my first time to end so quickly.

But this was too much at once.

“O-ooh, slow down slow down slow down,” I gasped with shuddering breaths. Caera immediately backed off, shifting back into her doll. “I… I think I need to go much more slowly. Everything just feels like… a lot right now.”

“No worries,” she reassured. “I did kinda just dive into the deep end with everything. Appologies.” Her warmth began swirling in lazy strokes up and down my inner thighs. “I do enjoy a slow, drawn-out edge. Do you want to hold off on further play until the hotel?”

“That would be preferable.” Then I thought like them. “Though, if you’re only doing this, I… I might be able to handle it.”

Caera smiled wickedly at me. Her warmth left again as she got up and went to call the other two back. She returned to her seat next to me. She took out a book, inconspicuously holding in her lap and hunching over to read it, all while she started casually teasing me again. This pace was much easier to handle. I could even hold a conversation with all of them while Caera did it.

I had a new understanding of some of the stories I’ve heard about my companions’ exploits. This discrete play was exciting.

CAERA:

“Caera, stop working. This is a vacation,” Witch said as she stretched out and tested one of the beds. “Relax.”

Her words did not stop me as I put away everyone’s clothes in the wardrobe and toiletries in the bathroom. “Providing service is relaxing for me, Mistress.”

“Fine. But no titles at least.”

I chuckled to myself. We’ll see how she feels when we surely hookup during this trip. Thinking about it, Quendi would probably be into titles. What ones did xe use though? I’d need to ask about that soon. For now, I focused on making sure everyone settled in before we got to the enjoyable parts of the vacation. And not just the sex. Now that Theo dipped her toes into our slutty pool, I couldn’t wait for her to wade in deeper—especially with how cute and sweet her reactions were. And feeling those reactions… being a ghost had its perks.

Once we were unpacked, we got ready to go to the beach. Well, just three of us; Theo wasn’t fond of prolonged sun exposure and also wanted to take a nap. I guess I wore her out a bit on the train ride. I insisted Witch and Quendi put on sunscreen before getting dressed—to properly protect their skin. I was more than happy to help both of them. Witch quickly finished, because she refused to let me rub in the sunscreen all on my own. I got to apply Quendi’s all on my own at least. Xir scales were so smooth. When I asked about if xir scales could get sunburned, xe explained that it was more so to protect xir scales from drying out and exacerbating their condition. I made sure to take extra care to rub xem with extra care. Witch offered additional assistance but I shooed her off. It was time for me to start bonding with her friend. With my newfriend. Quendi seemed to delight in the attention too.

“Should we just give you two the room for a couple hours, or what?” Witch teased as she leaned against the doorframe, giving us a look.

“I do have some self-control, you know,” I sassed back.

“Says the one who offered to ghost-fuck Theo on the train ride here.”

Well… I had no defense for that.

I finished up and we headed out. I had been to the beach a few times before with Annika. So many things were different now. Especially me. When we reached the sand, I was ready to lay out towels and put up the umbrella, but a different feeling hit me.

The large span of the roaring ocean stopped me in my tracks. It had been so long since I was this near such a mass of water. It left me feeling… I couldn’t put words to it.

Witch grabbed my arm and started pulling me back. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think,” she instantly apologized. “Let’s go to the spa instead.”

I was too frozen in the white noise of my thoughts to respond. The fog cleared by the hotel lobby. I pulled back, just enough to get Witch to stop dragging me along. The two of us quietly stood there as Quendi caught up. Xe was the one who broke the ice. “What’s going on? Why’d we bolt back inside?”

I could feel Witch’s gaze bouncing between us, unsure if she should speak up. This wasn’t a topic I was expecting to talk about during this trip. We found a quit nook off to the side. Then I told Quendi.

“I didn’t think the ocean would bother me so much. I know that it makes sense that it would but it was just… never something I thought about. I’ve never been around any substantial bodies of water since—until now. And when we decided on this vacation to the beach, I only thought about my past trips with my previous Mistress.”

“I still feel bad for not even thinking about it,” Witch said. “We can forgo all the beach-stuff and come up with something else. There’s plenty else in this city to do.”

Her concern was warming. I knew she’d do everything she could to help me—or any of us—to be at ease. To feel safe. I shook my head and answered her, “I don’t want to ruin this for everyone; I’m perfectly fine sitting out of some activities. I’ll find some other—”

“It’s not going to ruin our vacation to make accommodations for you,” she cut me off. “Especially ones I should’ve considered from the very beginning.”

“I’m going to interrupt here,” Quendi spoke up, “and feel free not to answer but—is there a specific aspect of the ocean that’s triggering you?” Xe threw a glance at Witch. “Something we could figure a workaround for?”

I closed my eyes and really thought on it. What made this different than when it rained? Than drawing a bath? Than being elbow deep in a basin of laundry?

Finally, I answered. “I think… it’s the vastness. The sheer mass of it all, with it’s roaring and coldness.” I shivered involuntarily, thinking about the river. “I guess being able to feel temperature within this doll has some drawbacks.”

Witch and Quendi exchanged another glance. They had been whispering to each other while I had been thinking too. It was the train all over again. Quendi took my hand and started leading me away, saying xe had something xe needed my help with. I glanced over my shoulder and watched Witch leave the hotel. All my questions about either of their plans were ignored. I resigned to letting Quendi drag me back up to our suite.

“Okay, tell me what’s going on already,” I demanded.

Quendi held up a finger then dug through some of xir things. Xe tossed me xir slate. And also started changing clothes. “I want you to help me with a photoshoot.”

“And while you’re distracting me with this, what is dear Witch up to?”

Xe held up a single finger to xir lips, then finished sliding xir top off over xir head. “Is that what you want to focus on right now?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “Alright, I concede. How may I serve you, Dearest?” I asked with a flourishing curtsy.

“Be a good little pervert and start taking photos.”

“Any certain type you’d prefer, Dearest?”

Xe shook xir head dismissively and crossed xir arms, squishing xir boobs together. “Whatever you feel like. It’ll be nice to see the kind of set new eyes will come up with.”

“Mmm. And does the photographer get to keep a copy of the shoot?”

Xe moved in close and ran a hand down the center of my chest, xir fingers hooking into the band of my skirt. “Not all. But I don’t mind sending some of the best ones over. And of course you’d get any that you end up in as well.”

“Oh?” I raised the slate above us as I untied the drawstring on my skirt in one, swift jerk and pulled away from xem far enough to—hopefully—get a good shot of xir breasts and my dick now sticking up out of my skirt. “And to what extent can I be in these pictures, my Dearest?”

“As long as you stop when I say stop, you’re free to experiment and find out.”

How did Witch not introduce us sooner?

I gently pushed xem back onto xir mobility aid. Xe settled in, coiled xir tail up, and waited expectantly for what I’d do next. I stepped out of my skirt—now pooled around my ankles—and moved in closer. I began poking and teasing xir boobs with my dick. Taking a few pictures as I did[EC1] . Then I slid it between, let out a little lube, and started fucking xir tits. Xe helped by squishing them together. I squirted out a bit more lube to make xir tits even slicker and shinier.

“Convenient. Can you squirt anything else?”

“The cum lube is for later, Dearest.”

Quendi leaned forward and stuck out xir tongue, flicking it across my tip as I thrusted towards her face. “How much do you have?”

I laughed. “Hopefully enough to sate your greedy ass.”

“As a naga, I technically don’t have an ass,” xe sassed.

“And here I was looking forward to spanking you.”

“Well, there are other things you can spank.”

I reached forward and ran my fingers through xir hair, cupped the back of xir head, and started guiding xem down on my dick. Xir mouth obligingly opened wide. Didn’t break eye contact. Took me down to the base. “I guess it’ll depend on how long Witch takes to see if I get to or not.”

I kept my hand on the back of xir head, but didn’t have to do any work. Xe was very good with bobbing up and down on me all on xir own. But how was xir gag reflex? Timing it with xem putting back, I elongated my cock. Then I pushed xir head down. Xir wide eyes flashed up at me, shocked by both my action and the sudden size change. But xe didn’t struggle. Beyond the initial gag as xir throat bulged and adjusted to accommodate me, xe continued to easily take me to my base.

Things got a lot more slobbery. And loud. Quendi was really getting into it and started moaning. I was enjoying the show too much to care if we woke Theo, or if Witch was back yet—and oh what a show it was. Xe really knew how to capture and direct one’s focus. Hopefully the photos I was taking were up to xir standards.

If not, then I guess we’d have to reshoot.

Speaking of shooting… I fisted my hair in xir hair, gentle tugged xir head back, then made a pretty mess all over xir pretty face. Xe posed for me. First looking still lost in a lusty daze; then smiling like a pleased cum slut. Xe caught a bit that dripped off xir face and licked it off their fingers.

“Wait—this is flavored?!”

I laughed. “Yeah. Why not?”

“How have I never thought of flavoring my cum lube before? I’m definitely doing this now. You need to tell me what you use.”

“Yeah yeah, shut up you hoes,” Witch interrupted. We both looked over at her. She was just standing up, so she had to have been here awhile—voyeur. “Whenever you’re ready, Ceara, I have a potion I want you to try. But first,” she walked up to me and opened her palm; in it were some petals, each a different color, “pick one.”

“Pink.”

She added the petal into a potion bottle, swirled it around as she said some magic words, then handed it to me. “This should help you deal with the ocean. It’s temporary, so I’ll be making more while we’re here. So don’t hesitate to let me know of any alterations it needs.”

“So this is what Quendi was distracting me from.”

“Very much so, because I was making it in the bathroom.”

I raised an accusatory brow at her. But I didn’t tease her this time; I was too touched by her love and kindness. Yet again she’s done so much for me. I held the bottle to my chest. “Thank you.”

“Sooo, are we not going to do anything else?” Quendi spoke up.

Witch raised both her hands, palms out, and started walking towards the door. “My job is done, so I’m going to the spa. Y’all do what you want.” And she left.

I looked at Quendi, watched a large drop of the cum lube drip off xir cheek onto xir boobs. “Yeah… I’m not done with you yet.”

Xe smiled wide. “Mmm. And what do you have planned for me next?”

Good question. I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to do with xem next. I didn’t want to bring out all the surprises on the first day here. And I didn’t want to push xem too much, since I didn’t know all xir limits yet. I went to my bag and dug out a hank of rope.

“Oh. No rope,” xe apologized. “I have silk sashes in my bags if you want to restrain me. If you need to knot them, they have to be against whatever you tie me to, not my body.”

“Very well, Dearest.” With the proper restrains in hand, I guided xir into position, then draped the ribbons over xir wrists and tail.

“You’re not gonna tie them?”

“I don’t need to tie you down to restrain you. I’m sure you’ll behave perfectly well and stay how I’ve arranged you.” Xe smiled excitingly. We’ll see how long that smiled lasted once I actually started.

I ran my fingers down over xir abdomen, the start of their scaly tail, then back up, gliding them side to side. More so trying to find xir slit than tease xem. But apparently naga could part their slits at will—or xe could at least. I slowly circled the edge of xir lips, spreading xir wetness around. Strands clung to my fingers as I pulled my hand away. I wiped them on my dick.

The look on xir face when I detached my dick was quite amusing. Though it was more fun watching xem fall into bliss as I slowly slid it inside. Pumped it in and out. Pushed it as deep as xir body would yield.

And then left it like that. For ten seconds. Thirty. A minute. Xe squirmed impatiently, being mindful to not disturb the silks. Good. If xe had shifted them, I would’ve waited longer before turning on the vibrator. I sat back on a chair across from xem and composed my expression to not give away each adjustment I made to how my dick moved inside xir dripping pussy. I doubt xe expected just how capable it was when detached from me. All the things I could make it do with just a thought, thanks to some magic Witch helped Thorald with. And so it whirred and whirred. Gentle then strong then gentle again, in no predictable pattern. Then I let it slowly intensify. Getting xem closer to xir breaking point with every panting moan they made.

If we hadn’t already woken Theo from her nap, Quendi definitely did when I finally pushed her to come.

QHENDI:

Witch was a completely different person. In the best of ways. I had noticed it to a degree when she was helping Kashga. Now that we were on vacation and everyone was relaxed, I could really see how she shined. There was more joy lighting up her eyes; less anxiety pressing her small; an all-around confidence that didn’t feel like a façade.

Of course, I also enjoyed how much more openly corrupt she was—and her friend/maid, too. Hearing about some of their escapades while Caera had some fun with Theo on the train, I made it my mission for us to have four-way by the end of this trip. Thinking of ways to make that happen though…

I definitely got distracted and needed some of my own escapades.

This time of year, Negoni was flooded with options. And because of that, I felt picky. And not just for myself. While this trip was planned together, I gave myself the job of Dalliance Coordinator—or, to be more fun, Co-whore-dinator. If I detected any subpar mates, I’d quickly chase them off.

We settled onto the beach and the hunt began. Caera, now able to handle the beach with the help of Witch’s potion, was an absolute showoff. Though I’d be too if I could wear a swimsuit like hers. It was a monokini, barely more than a few stings; but what made it extra interesting was the back part of the crotch was attached to a butt plug—we dubbed it a plugkini. She tried to get Witch to wear a matching one. But Witch refused. For now. She conceded to wear it at some point during the vacation—perhaps I could convince her to take some photos in it, too.

While Caera vamped and flirted, Witch disappeared into the sea. She was far more interested in swimming than getting to know anyone. A shame. But that didn’t stop me from following her eye line when she would surface for air. Like me, she watched Caera off and on. And an orc and elf couple down the way. A selachii surfing the waves—

Ooh, they were fine. Thick with fat and muscle. Surely, they could handle me well. I’d make such a game out of watching them struggle to do so without their rough skin hurting my sensitive scales. Though the real challenge would be them resisting their propensity towards biting. Well… maybe I could handle a little biting.

The subject of my musings started coming out of the water. They waved to someone; I turned to see who.

The only thing better than one fat hottie, was a friend group with more.

The pod was a mix of cetaceans, selachii and selkies—based on the fur peeking out of one’s bag. I could only hope that their group was remotely like ours. Doubtful. But a ho could dream. And fantasize about the gangbang we could have.

Time to break the ice at least. “Hey there!” I called and waved at them. “Care to give me a little help?”

The group exchanged looks, then slowly trickled over. “What can we do or ya?” the black and white cetacean asked.

“Would and of you mind carrying me to the water? My mobile has trouble on the sand, as it is. And I don’t wanna risk it getting damaged by the water.”

“Yeah, sure. No problem.” They picked me up with barely a struggle. Their cool skin on mine sent a shiver through me, making them smirk. I smiled back. I draped my arms around their massive shoulders. To make sure I didn’t fall of course; not because I wanted to slyly touch their arms. “Hey, Brin. Help carry their tail so it doesn’t drag.”

I didn’t bother correcting their pronoun use. Whatever might end up happening between us wouldn’t last long enough to for it to matter. And why argue when more thick arms were holding me? I couldn’t help but giggle in delight. Especially when I met Witch’s gaze and she rolled her eyes at me.

The pod ended up being quite friendly. They unquestionably added me into their little games; and Caera when she soon joined us. Some even flirted with us. Brin, one of the selkie, and Alika, the selachii surfer, invited us to join them at a local club that night. Apparently, it had the best red lounge in town—though, I’d be the judge of that. Caera had never been to one, and so I doubted Witch or Theo had either, which made it even more exciting.

With the addition of a semi-sheer overskirt, we convinced Witch to wear the plugkini to the club that night. Caera almost twinned, but ended up wearing a fishnet bodysuit instead. As expected, Theo was the most conservative of us and wore a flowy, little dress—at least she let us alter it a bit shorter.

We arrived early to pregame before our new friends arrived. Also, so I could teach them the rules of red lounges:

First, consent is key. Violators will immediately be kicked out and banned. One method many lounges—this one included—were adopting was compliance by magical means. There were some mixed feelings on this, but mostly it was praised, especially since the magical leash allowed patron to imbibe in drink and substance.

Second, all red lounge activities stay in the lounge. Often times, the lounges were apart of a larger club, where the main area was for tame enjoyment—music, dancing, intoxicants, and such. Another aspect of this was to refrain from talking about lounge activities outside the lounge. This was more so an unspoken rule of respectable practice.

Third, don’t wear or bring anything you wouldn’t be okay with potentially getting damaged, ruined, or lost. Shit happens. For the most part, this meant clothes were bound to get torn. But don’t wear an heirloom necklace. The enforcers were there to protect your person, not your personal property.

By the time Alika, Brin, and a few new friends of theirs arrived, we were all well buzzed and floaty from drinking. They laughed and asked if they should shotgun some shots too, but I had a better idea. “How about instead, we go to the lounge and you do some body shots off us?” Everyone agreed, of course.

A wristband and a heady rush of magic later, I breathed in the sweet scent of lust. The lounge was already busy. People were bent over all sorts of special furniture, groping and fucking and recovering from multiple orgasms. There was a group of illithids mindfucking whoever came over to them. A bachelorette party was whooping and hollering as they held down the bride-to-be as she got railed—with an eager line waiting for their turn with her. And—ooh, I recognized that clip model; fellow sexworker Brutus—also a selachii—was here with two petite elves, back-to-back with arms linked, currently bouncing on his dicks. By the looks of it, this club allowed filming too. Probably needed special permission, but still. I’d definitely need to come back here.

I excused myself from the group to go make introductions. Though I made no rush to interrupt. It was a free show after all. Between watching the elves fuck themselves more and more mindless, and glancing at my friends to see Alika throw Witch over his shoulder as Caera laughed and spanked her ass a bunch, then pulled aside the crotch of Witch’s plugkini and licking her exposed cunt—oh, it was just what I needed to get in the mood.

Brutus caught me staring. He smiled, grab the two elves in his giant hands, and made more of a show of them. Their moans and screams drowned out the music. His eyes closed as he focused on giving in to the rush. And then he was gushing everywhere. I wasn’t expecting the glyph on the floor that lit up as his cum overflowed out of the elves; but given how watery selachii cum tended to be, it made sense to magically control the mess.

A couple handlers helped the elves down and carried them to the recovery nook. As they left Brutus’s little VIP area, he motioned me in, smile even wider than before.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the Clip Qing xemself.”

Now it was my turn to have a smile fill my face. “Ah, so you know me too? I’m flattered.”

“Is it weird to say that I often watch your clips before filming?”

I laughed and playfully slapped his shoulder. My hand deliberately lingered. “Dude! Same! Bloody stars, we should really duo.”

“Oh yeah?” he smirked. His fingers drew lazy circles along the hand I still had on his bicep. “When were you thinking of doing it?”

“How long do you need to recover?”

His laugh shook the room. “Let me rehydrate and I should be good soon enough. Especially with some encouragement.”

He motioned to a bartender as I settled in. I angled myself so I’d have a good view of where the other settled into. Witch already had Alika’s fingers buried deep in her cunt. Caera was softly praising Theo as she got her to switch her panties for a special c-string lined with a magical kelp that would stimulate her, no penetration required. I’d need to keep an eye on her. The kelp activated with heat, so it’d be a little bit before it started kicking in. And the hotter she got, the hotter the show would get.

Brutus followed my gaze. “Found a better show than me?”

I made a dismissive gesture. “They’re my friends. I just wanna make sure they’re having a good time.”

He sidled over to lean in and whisper, “Is it their joy that you love watching, or knowing you’re corrupting them more by bringing them here?”

I gave him a knowing look. He certainly could flirt. With a well-earned, smug laugh, he sat back across from me as the bartender brought over a pitcher of water. We didn’t need to discuss what to do next. I stripped off my top, made a show of groping my body, teasing and fingering my slit. He drank it in, as he drank his water, and slowly stroked his cocks back to attention.

I could feel people watching us. Using our performance as part of their foreplay. And as tempting as it was to watch them watching us, or to see what my friends were doing now, I held Brutus’s sultry gaze. It was almost like a staring contest. But instead of a contest of who would blink first, it was who would give in and make the first move.

We caved at the same time. More-or-less. Given my mobility limitations, he of course made the physical move; we both had such needy, wanting gazes at that point that I would’ve slithered on top of him if I could.

As he lined himself up, I heard him say under his breath, “Fuck. This is such a dream.”

I laughed, dug my fingers into his hips, and pulled him into me as I thrusted upward. He shuddered and cursed again as he slid in. I gave him back control. Sliding my hands up his delicious, fat bod. He quickly found his pace. Fuck—it was so good to be so filled. No one really made bipene toys that filled me and felt the way two proper dicks did.

As much as I wanted to watch him fuck me, I let my eyes slip closed. Let myself be washed over by bliss. I slipped into the first stage of whorish mindlessness. With every pounding thrust, every grunt and moan, every desperate grope and squeeze and kiss and lick, our lust grew. His fingers entered my mouth and I instinctively started sucking them. His skin was rough on my tongue.

As my mind started to slip deeper, Brutus cursed again. “Fuck, you feel too good. I’m gonna cum.”

Well… that was a bit disappointingly fast. But I pushed the thought away to not sour the mood—he still felt fucking great. My nails dug into his shoulders as his pace grew more desperate. Right before his climax hit, he wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me close and biting my shoulder, then shuddered hard as he flooded my pussy.

We took a moment to recover. The bartender already had another ice cold pitcher of water brought over. After polishing off two glasses, he said, “Gotta say—it’s a helluva difference between fucking someone naturally inclined for bipenile penetration, and those who are not.”

I smirked. I would’ve laughed if I had the energy, but I was still in a hazy mindset. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were trying to cover your low-stamina ass.” He choked a bit on his water and looked away sheepishly. “Awwwe, are you that embarrassed that you came so, so quickly?” I teased. “Do I need to help train you to last longer?”

He shut his eyes and growled at me. He was smiling, though. and his dicks twitched from the degradation. “How long are you staying in town again?”

WITCH:

I didn’t have many solid thoughts for this vacation, and it continued to be like nothing I could’ve planned for. But it was what I needed. It had been so long since I had a real break from working. And it had been a while since I had quality friend-time with the others.

Plus, the casual hookups were a fun change. Most of my sex had become either work related, or came from a handful of close acquaintances. I didn’t mind all that. But it was nice to just have some mutual fun and not think about having to ever interact with the person again afterwards.

But even through all the fun, there was something that kept tugging at me. Beckoning me to return home. I had never really felt homesick before, so it was strange to now. Though I guess that spoke to how much I had come to cherish Arvos and my little pocket in it. I finally felt comfortable setting root.

Our last proper day in Negoni was languid. Our most restful day, by far. After a breakfast of pastries and mimosas, we all did our own thing. I spent most of my time in the ocean. Swimming had become a new love of mine, though it wasn’t something I got much to do in Arvos. The public pool was too chaotic for me. And visiting Aero and Willow to use their communal pool was a journey I didn’t always want to make—it also felt weird to visit them just to use the pool. Perhaps I’d have a private pool built.

Thinking of construction made me think of Val. And thinking of him put me in a mood I couldn’t put a name to for weeks now. I brought it up in therapy when I first noticed it, but we didn’t dive too much into it—I wanted to try to reflect and figure it out as much as I could on my own first.

So far it felt like I had done anything but. Though—some progress—I now noticed that homesick feeling creeping in when I thought about him.

I dove down, touched the sand, then surfaced. And repeated five more times. As a warm buzz tingled through my muscles, I focused on sorting my emotions.

I really liked Valzok. Perhaps I was even ready to call it love. Which was a major step for me. Another major step was how I was thinking of handling it.

A shiver jolted through me as some extra slimy seaweed touched my leg. I freaked out, broke my tread and started to choke on water as I slipped under the surface. The ocean latched onto me as much as this arrant patch of seaweed did. Shit. I was panicking. I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs, nor the water fully out. My chest and throat burned.

More seaweed gripped around me. No—not seaweed. Seaweed couldn’t squeeze like this. And I couldn’t see clearly with all the waves splashing in my eyes. Well whatever it was, I was hating it more than the seaweed because it was making it impossible to move.

Then the water stopped splashing my face so much. Stopped choking my lungs. My adrenaline started ebbing. I was finally able to process that the something that was squeezing me was a someone. An inkdine. I was having a quick one-eighty about the tentacles squeezing me now.

“Ya’ right?” they asked. I nodded, not trusting my throat could handle talking yet. They smiled crookedly. “Good. Hate ta fail my job first day. Got a bit too south there; the clingas really get ya’ here this time’a year.”

Ah. They were a lifeguard. A lifeguard with a cute accent and a cute young face fresh from secondary. I could hear Caera and Quendi’s voices whispering in my ear to corrupt them. Given that I was already tightly tangled in their tentacles—it was tempting. I could just wiggle a certain way, try to get their grip to slip a little to less respectable spots. Could I get my swimsuit to slip too? Hmm… this daydream was getting dangerous. I didn’t even know their name, pronouns, or if they were accepting of advances. “Thank you,” I croaked.

Their smile was one of the most genuine, joyous things. “Glad your good. Let’s get ya’ back ta shore. Mind ya’ breathin’ with the waves.”

There were other things I would like to mind. But not drowning was more important than being acutely aware of their tentacles still wrapped around me.

And the giant wave growing behind us, carrying a bunch more of that clingy seaweed, about to crash down on us.

I cursed. They looked back and also cursed. We both took a deep breath right before it hit us. And while the wave helped push us closer to the shore, we were now covered in seaweed.

After a brief moment of both of us trying and failing to rid ourselves of the seaweed while also staying above the water, we agreed they would focus of keeping us afloat while I handled the clingy pest.

The first few were the trickiest. We were too stuck together for me to reach most of them, so my first focus was gaining more mobility. I wiggled a bunch, stretching and reaching as much as I could. Definitely didn’t need to squirm around as much as I did; but fuck—the hitches in their breathing, and the little gasps they tried to hold back as I move certain ways… it was cute how much they tried to not get flustered.

Such a wicked witch, I was.

Gradually, I got most of them off our torsos, but there were a few that were more stubborn than all the rest. Including the ones stuck to my bikini top. “Are you gonna be comfortable if I take my top off?”

“W-what?”

Yeah, I probably should’ve offered more context before asking that question—though the pulse of tightness in their grip was worth the confusion. “Trying to get these things off my suit is impossible. They’re like glued to the fabric. It’s gonna be easier to just sacrifice this suit and take it off.”

“I-I… if you’re ‘kay with it, by all means. Do what ya’ gotta.” They turned their head, adamantly giving me what privacy they could. Aside from the lingering glance out the corner of their eye as I started adjusting and slipping off my top. I pretended not to notice. But I did brush and press my chest against them needlessly more than before.

I began working on de-weeding our lower halves. It took some coordination of them helping me back to the surface when I needed air. But I quickly grew concerned with how much they flinched as I removed the seaweed now.

“Are you okay?” I asked. They still kept their head turned so it was hard to read them. “Does it hurt when I remove them?”

They cleared their throat as they searched for words. “Well, uh… no. It doesn’t hurt. It uh… honestly, it actually…”

I connected the dots. Oh, to be so innocently shy again. “Turns you on?” I suggested coyly.

Their tentacles squeezed me again. I leaned over to view their face, noticed them biting their lower lip. They nodded.

“Would it be easier if I was more intentional with turning you on?” They snapped their gaze to mine and started stammering, failing to form an answer. I quickly explained myself, “It’s perfectly okay to say no. Especially since you are technically on the job right now. I just thought that since this is stimulating regardless, perhaps we don’t fight it?”

“Well…” They notably swallowed, looked at the shore then at me. “I just can’t be caught, a‘right? We’re gon’ have ta keep more in the depths here ta not be noticed. The waves’ll tousle us ‘bout more, but…” they trailed off.

“Then I guess you better keep good hold of me.” I smirked then submerged again.

Now as I pried the pest off, I took the time to let my hands grope around their body, tease their tentacles, and rub my body against theirs. Their shivers were no longer restrained. It made the primary task more difficult as they twitched and shuddered about. But of course, it was worth it. Every time I resurfaced for air, their eyes fluttered more helplessly shut; their breaths grew faster and quaked with pleasure; and their grip on me grew tighter as other tentacles reciprocated.

But then their grip grew tight enough to break bone—at least it felt that intense. As air was forced out of my lungs, a plume of black ink darkened the water around us. Their hold on me went lax, and I had to cling my arms around them.

“Fuck,” they panted. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

I scoffed. “Sorry for coming? Why?”

“Well, uh… ya’ skin is gonna be stained for ‘while.”

Oh. “Noted. Guess I should find you again the next time I want a temporary tattoo.”

They did not enjoy my joke as much as I did… I liked them better when they were all shy and restrained.

Relieved of the last pesky seaweed clump, and close to shore now, they finally released me from their tentacled grip. And oh boy was I covered in sucker marks. It surprised us both. Growing flustered again, they instantly started apologizing. They swiftly made their way to the beach to get me a towel to cover up the marks and my bare chest and ink-stained skin. I couldn’t help but laugh about it.

We wrapped up our vacation at Quendi’s family home. Quendi, of course, teased Kashga whenever we were all in the same room. He’d promptly leave each time. He was no match for his cousin’s humiliation, especially when Caera caught on and made things worse by getting handsy with me. I felt bad for him; but it was delightful to see him flustered.

Tete was pleased to have more life in the riad. Most of the time. Before she went to bed, she warned us not to get too loud while she slept. The first night we managed to keep things down. But the second…

“I’m gonna ask Valzok out,” I said into the dark room a beat after we all settled into our beds.

“Wait. I thought you were already fucking him?” Quendi questioned.

I rolled my eyes. “I mean ask him to be official. To be… my partner. Not just a fuckbuddy I’m too scared to give a title to.”

The three of them started cheering, both happily and suggestively. “Oh my! Our little Witch is all grown up,” Quendi teased. “Getting herself a partner.”

Caera dramatically added, “Before you know it, she’ll be kicking us out so she can be all alone with her new partner.”

“By the stars—shut the fuck up,” I said, trying not the laugh. “He hasn’t even said yes yet.”

“Bitch you know he will!”

“Oh definitely,” Theo agreed.

“I was gonna add that I wouldn’t kick y’all out, but if you’re ganging up on me too, Theo, then maybe I will.”

She absolutely glomped me, smothering me into her chest fluff. So soft, so warm, so suffocating. Her laughter shook me. “Oooh, it’s so cute when you threaten us. As if you could actually send me away and never get to snuggle me like this again.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” I mumbled, not that I could be understood. Caera joined in on the smothering. Though she was nothing compared to Quendi wrapping around and squeezing us—only for a couple of seconds, but it was enough to really force the air out of me. Xe groaned as xe climbed back into xir bed, dismissing the assured repercussions of the action.

Not much sleep was had that night. Probably less than any other night of our vacation. Tete yelled at us to keep quiet. Which, of course, made us fight back giggles, like school children. When we snuck out of our room for some late-night swimming, we ran into Kashga. He wordlessly turned around and went back to his room. Not without giving me a look first. Too bad for him that I’d be leaving the following day, and the only dick I was desiring was the orc’s with whom I wanted to take a step forward in our relationship.

I couldn’t wait for everything that I’d be returning to.

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