I Think The Second Time We Show People Eating Lunch?

Harper

Harper and Skye headed to the writer’s room. Everyone there look like they are super hung over. Maybe I should get Tina to come over and cast Lesser Restoration a bunch? I mean, I probably should have thought about that for Ariel, too. I hope Glitterdust will chill out a little. Still, one problem at a time.

Harper greets the mermaid as she texts Irene permission to use the streaming room whenever, “Hey, Zoe? You doing okay?”

“Ugh. Drank too much last night. And Daphne promised to help me with a thing and she’s not here. And I have to sit here. Two whole customers over 2 days, assuming that’s what you’re here for. Now I know why so many seasons sucker contestants to run shops. It’s sooooo boring.”

“I don’t know. Daph has fun running Dungeons for Damsels.”

“Daphne’s a dork, though. I’m super hip.”

“If you are going to insult my beloved mermaid, I’ll just tell her I couldn’t find you to help you with your problem.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mistress. Please forgive me. I’m just teasing about my cousin.”

Seeing how Pops Shaemus did it, Harper presses her finger into Zoe’s glabella. A little trickle of knowledge flows through Harper’s mind. Zoe’s a Level 2 bard. Huh. But she has 2nd level spells in her known spells list? Odd.

Disconnecting from Zoe’s “statistics”, Harper asks, “What level do you think you are, Zoe?”

“Level 3. Graduate from the Harem Hotel College of Transformation Scribing.”

“Well, you are reading Level 2. Is that the problem? Viiiiix!”

Harper summons her familiar. She does the “statistics read” on the fox. It takes but a moment to figure it out. “I’m guessing when Vix did whatever she did to you, she drained you of a level? And, since you were the only one that lost a significant enough level to affect your job, you were the only one to sort of notice.”

“Oh. Well, thanks for clearing that up, Mistress. Now, what can I do for you, slut?”

“You mean, my wife?”

“Hey, give me a break! You just told me I have to go back to college.”

Not wanting to press the issue anymore, Harper holds her hands up and let’s Skye get in her order. It takes some arguing among the three of them, but they eventually settle on an option:

Tie Me Up! +1 – While Skye certainly has the mindset of a surface-loving drow, she really should experience the more dominant drow culture. Skye gains +1 Dexterity, a proficiency in Sleight of Hand, and an expertise in Knot Tying. In addition, she will be unable to fall into her reverie unless someone (either herself or another) within 30 ft of her is immobilized in the drow equivalent of shibari knots. The immobilized person will still be able to sleep (or fall into reverie) and will suffer no ill effects from the ropeplay session. The person who spends the night tied up will naturally feel more horny and submissive to Harper (and Skye, if Skye did not tie herself up) for the following 24 hours or until the person satisfies Harper (and Skye, if Skye did not tie herself up) sexually, whichever happens first. The affected person will be able to give proper consent for sexual actions, despite the mental effect (Drow).

Skye: -40 BP

Harper watches as Skye twitches a little. “Is it retroactive?”

“No, sorry. But you’ll be good, starting tonight.”

Skye sighs, disappointed. “I’m sorry Aelene, my toy. Harper, can we talk? Maybe over some lunch? We have things we want to resolve.”

Glitterdust

Now I understand why they don’t often let show participants watch the show they are on. The cognitive dissonance is noticeable.

Glitterdust has a migraine. Mattie has one, too. Being a big, sexy dragon, Glitterdust is better handling the problem. The problem of one of Harper’s transformations.

“So, I always remember Harper’s face exactly as it is now, except for her now being blue, but the text on the screen says the make-up transformation is changing her? What...” the astral elf strains against show’s effects, to little effect.

“It would be better if you stop thinking about it. MY goddess is being changed by make-up, I intellectually understand that. But she is not and her face has always been like that. Just go with it.”

“Ugh. I know you wanted to catch up on the show and all, but can we take a break? Get some lunch and some aspirin?”

Yeah. I could eat. I wonder where they keep the sheep.

Scarlet

“Enjoyed the nap, Daph?”

The date-goers are sitting at the Suckling Swine, having some lunch. Circe is giving them some side-eye (and made Scarlet fetch their orders), but the room is otherwise empty.

“I enjoyed the hug a lot! Thanks. Sorry about my cousin, by the way. We had the wake last night and she was the only one working it.”

“Hey, Circe, sorry for leaving you in a lurch.” Scarlet shouts across the bar.

“It’s fine,” the bartending mermaid replies, “Not your fault my mom scheduled the wake during your date. Coulda used some help, but I managed.”

Daphne reaches across the table to squeeze Scarlet’s hand. Her eyes are shining, her smile radiant (especially once you get past the shark teeth). She thrusting her breasts forward in an effort to make them look bigger. I mean, hers are bigger than mine right now.

Scarlet tucks some hair behind her ear. This has been nice. As much as I love Tina and like Josie, we seem to never do relationship stuff like this. As much as I love Harper, she’s split so many different ways that it’s hard to just slow down with her. I hope Daph wants to make this a more regular thing. Life just keeps getting more complicated.

“Whatcha thinking, Scarlet?”

“How much I want to keep doing this. You?”

Her smile makes Scarlet’s fiery heart go pitter-patter (and it’s not just a fight or flight response from the teeth).

“Same. What else were you thinking about?”

Scarlet sighs a little. Of course, the fish would figure that out. “How complicated this all is.”

Daphne squeezes her hand harder, some mermaid webbing pulling taunt across oread knuckles. “Yeah. I’m starting to see that. It was one thing to just fool around with my harem-sisters. It’s quite another to fall in love with them.” The mermaid pauses, hesitating. “I’m happy that we can do this kind of thing.”

Scarlet starts to lend over the table, dangerously close to mermaid lips. Then, the mood is ruined. A certain pet dragon kicks the door open, bellowing, “I would like a whole live sheep, bar wench!”

Mattie walks in, a little more respectful. “Belay that order please, Circe. Sparkles, think about it. You are about the size of a sheep right now. You can’t eat the whole thing. How ‘bout some mutton chops? Two mutton chop plates and 2 radlers, please. I’ll take em to our table, don’t worry about that.”

Daphne is amused by dragon antics, at least. “We were missing a little brat energy in the harem. Nice to see Mattie making another friend.”

A certain dragon stomps her way over, “Hey, are you talking about ME? What are you doing?”

Mattie puts a hand on a dragon shoulder, “Hey, Sparkles, they are trying to have a date. C’mon. Let’s give them some space. We’re more likely to get invited to the post-date orgy that way.”

Sputtering, Glitterdust is gently pulled back to a different table and Scarlet focuses back on her amused date. Life just keeps getting more complicated.

Skye

Skye has made a simple lunch and her lady loves seem to appreciate it. Harper is sitting beside her throne, sipping on some water. Aelene is kneeling on the floor; she refuses to sit at the table to eat, getting on all fours to eat on the floor. It hurts so much to see her like that.

Harper must sense Skye’s discontent. She squeezes Skye’s hand. “It’s okay, Skye. Just one more day and the whole mental effect can easily be removed. I’ll try to do my part as soon as I can.”

Skye appreciates the words. The smile. I hope I don’t break her heart with the rest of this.

“So, Aelene and I have done some things and we want to make sure you are okay with it?”

Harper leans over and kisses Skye on the cheek. “Whatever you two have done, I approve. I trust my wife. I trust my betrothed. If both of them are becoming... intimate, that’s a good thing in my book. I want my wives to get along.”

“It’s not just physical, my lady love.”

“That’s even better. Look, Skye, I love you. I love Daphne. I love Scarlet, and Tina, and Josie. I know that I’ll fall for Dinah, and Mattie, and Aelene soon. Heck, I’ll even probably love Glitterdust by the time I have her tamed. There is only one of me and all of you are **** to share me. Not only do I want you all to find love with others in the harem, I need you to. I need you to feel the love I should be able to provide, but can’t, simply because I’m being pulled so many ways. You understand?”

Skye sputters a little. She knew that was the answer she’d get, even before a semi-drunk Daphne told her last night, but she didn’t expect the tone. Harper wants all of us to be as happy as we can be; she feels like she can’t be enough. Skye wraps her arms around the sea elf and sobs. “Is it wrong that I want you to be enough for me?”

“No, my lovely little drow. It’s not wrong to want that. I want to be enough for all of you. I just know that I can’t be. I simply won’t have enough time.”

Aelene crawls up and kneels before Skye, looking like she waits for permission to spread the drow’s legs. “This one understands, Mistress Harper. May this one pleasure Mistress Skye before you? This one wants Mistress Skye to feel this one’s devotion to her.”

Skye is stunned. Harper is not. She looks down on her betrothed high elf, a concerned look on her face. “Is this what you would want to do without the transformation, Aelene?”

“Um... this one would not be so brazen without the transformation. This one is currently putting this one’s embarrassment to the side. But this one would want to do so in private. This one only had sex with you in public because the quest required it, Mistress Harper. Otherwise, this one would have waited until this one was alone with you.”

“And made the situation a lot less comfortable. I don’t want you to do anything you will regret tomorrow. That understood, my betrothed?”

“Understood, Mistress Harper.”

“Hey, Aelene, I met Mother on my date with Scarlet. It was nice. She was surprisingly understanding.”

Aelene overcomes the rope’s effects enough to smile, saying, “This one is glad you have bonded with this one’s mother, Mistress Harper. She was hoping you would break out of the shell you put around your heart.”

Harper pulls out her DM tablet. “Do you both feel up to leveling while I have you? After this, I’m going to want to have a long soak while I wait on Dinah.”

Aelene overcomes the rope again, “Yes, Mistress Harper!”

“Sure, my lady love.”

Here is where Skye gets to start be broken. With the 2 ranger levels she got, she gets extra attack (which means 3 chances to crit on a surprise round), her Hunter’s Mark spell gives her more bonus damage, she doubles her SP pool, and gets arguably the most broken healing spell in the game: Healing Spirit. Hitting at least those big two goals means that, unless she somehow gets 3 levels worth of XP in one go (to grab 3rd Level spells), it should be time to pick up some more Rogue features for a bit.

Durable isn’t the most exciting thing for Aelene to pick up for her level, but it does get her more health and another use of her reflection bonus attack. The changes to Aelene’s vorpal sword is commented upon. Aelene smiles, “This one bought things yesterday to please you, Mistress Harper. One of those things was the ability to make this one’s sex toy more manageable. Is this one so unworthy of this one’s Mistress’s glaze that she did not notice the difference in me?”

“Ah, I wasn’t going to say I noticed you picked up that skin transformation until you are fully yourself.”

Aelene looks down, cowed. Skye, hoping to take some attention off her other love, says, “Our toy also improved her breasts. Do you wish to see it?” She covers her mouth. Stupid transformation. One more day until it’s better.

Harper looks at both of them, concerned. Aelene speaks up first, “This one wants to show off for Mistress Harper, if that is okay with Mistress?”

“If you’re sure.”

Aelene starts to crawl towards the bedroom area, her ass swaying as she goes. Harper follows, with Skye catching up shortly. Aelene stops short of the bed.

“Does this one have permission to woo your wife once this one is normal, Mistress Harper? And can this one get on the bed? This one will be fine on the floor, if this one is unworthy of the bed.”

“Yes and yes.” Harper sounds a little frustrated.

Aelene crawls up, then lays her back on the clamshell headrest. “Then Mistress Skye can stay. If both of you would honor this one by joining this one on the bed, this one can begin.”

Aelene starts to rub her clit with gentle little circles. She pinches and pulls one of her nipples with the other hand. Her little gasps and moans seem performative right now, but are still appreciated. Harper grabs one of those triangle pillows she pulled from the pirate ship to prop her up, then gets on the bed. Skye crawls right beside her. She whispers in the sea elf’s ear, “Isn’t our toy so adorable there, playing with herself for our amusement?”

That earns Skye a harsh glare. “Sorry, my lady love. Sometimes the words just come out.”

That earns the drow a head pat. “Less talking, please.”

Needing to occupy herself with something, Skye wraps her lips around one of Harper’s breasts. Harper kisses Skye on the top of her head, then whispers just loud enough for the drow to hear, “Show me what you learned, my little drow. I’ll give you a reward when you’re done.”

Harper gently caresses Skye’s back and shoulder as the drow gets to work. She suckles on Harper, plunging fingers into sea elf snatch. She looks up to see lightly flaring gills, a crooked smirk, gleeful eyes. Harper watches Aelene work, giving Skye a glance every once in a while. Aelene’s moans get more real. Harper’s eyes get more hungry.

With a gentle tug, the sea elf nudges Skye off her breast. “Last one of those is for Mattie, assuming Daphne is okay with me giving it up for her. Kiss me, wife. Please?” Skye is more than happy to oblige. She loses herself in the kiss, only for Harper to pull away slightly. “Forgetting something, love?”

Stupid, Skye, stupid. Stop losing focus. She curls her fingers into Harper’s sea cave faster, harder. Harper leans back into the kiss. It’s wonderful.

Harper pulls back again. Skye is starting to get frustrated, until she see Harper nod her head towards Aelene. The girl cries out in confusion. The high elf’s breasts grow. She’s still smaller than Skye, but less noticeably so. “This one feels weird about that.”

Aelene: +8 VP (Edged like a Good Girl for Mistress, x4 bonus [First Time Both Participants])

Aelene: 1 Orgasm Stored (Orgasm Tanks)

“Little more, Skye. Please.”

Skye focuses back to the task at hand, rubbing and thrusting her fingers into her loving wife. She feels Harper squeezing down on her fingers. She’s so close. Then, with a kiss to the forehead, they both cum simultaneously.

Skye: +2 VP (Make Mistress Cum [Fingerblasting])

Skye: +4 VP (Mistress Brought Slut to Orgasm [Kiss the Slut, Succu-style], x2 bonus [First Time Slut Participant])

It takes several moments for either of them to come to. When Skye finally does, she asks, “Wha? How... how are you so good at that, my lady love?”

“Cheating with succubus magic. Aelene, your turn.”

Aelene crawls before them, bringing Skye’s sodden fingers to her lips, awaiting the command. Skye is confused. Harper understands, offering, “If you want, Aelene, you may, either from those fingers or more directly.” Aelene nearly sucking Skye’s fingers off answers that question. Then Harper brings Aelene to her own lips. Harper cups Aelene’s special place lightly, then kisses her twice. Aelene goes cross-eyed, cumming all over Harper’s hand. It’s Harper’s turn to taste. When she does, she goes catatonic for a moment or two.

Aelene: +4 VP (Mistress Brought Slut to Orgasm [Kiss the Slut, Succu-style], x2 bonus [First Time Slut Participant])

“Wow. Aelene, you taste like Evermead, I think? How?”

“Assuming you are not just flattering this one, where did you think the Copse-Wood family became the royal lineage of this one’s land, Mistress Harper? Evermead is in this one’s blood.”