Late to Bed, Grumpy to Rise

Seamus groggily woke to the sensation of a soft, warm, large pillowy mound drawing away from his hand and his arm being gently slid away from the comfortable environs it was in. Unconsciously, his hand tightened on the pillow, not wanting the pillow to go away and he heard a soft hiss and a voice say: "Ow, ow, ow. I'm already here, you infernal chains!"

Seamus tucked his head deeper into the arch that had started withdrawing, but then grew confused at the size of the pillow he was feeling, so Seamus squeezed it in multiple places, prompting a: "Good morning, sleepyhead. If you want breakfast, it's a little hard to serve it while you are groping me."

Seamus opened his eyes and yawned. "Hi honey. When did your breasts get bigger?"

Alice snickered. "Did you already forget the events of the past couple of days?"

Seamus finally was able to clear the cobwebs from his mind and looked at her, lying there staring at him affectionately from a few inches away. "I thought it was all a dream. Or a nightmare, depending on the timing of the dreams. You mean to tell me I'm still King of a race at war and yet I still have to go to work and deal with the HR issue today?" He groused.

Alice smiled slightly and nodded. She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Yes honey. Eggs, toast, yoghurt, and a fruit with cheese platter are on a table by the bed. Apparently being royalty means we get a chef, and a cute succubus in a French maid outfit that delivers our food."

Seamus sighed theatrically. "Any coffee?"

"No dear, coffee beans **** too quickly in this realm and tea fails to change the water it's in so we just have milk or juice." Alice said blandly.

Seamus glared. "Not funny."

Alice quirked an eyebrow. "Take a look at the table, dear." Alice was holding her white fox tail rigidly in place with her hand, so Seamus had a feeling she was teasing him, but...

Seamus slumped and then propped himself up on his elbow, to see a coffeemaker, tea kettle, and a few small carafes of milk and various juices there. "Not funny dear."

Alice snickered, "Oh the look on your face! I had them bring in Raven's Brew for you."

Now a look of delight crossed his face. "Three-Peckered Billy Goat?"

Alice nodded and said dryly: "And Dead Man's Bluff for Nazps-Odo."

Seamus snorted and laughed. "Oh, I needed that." He slipped a leg over her and then leaned in to kiss her. Carefully, he fished himself out of his boxers and slowly entered her. Alice opened her mouth to say something but all that came out was a: “Please may I have sex with you?”

Seamus was surprised, but then remembered the other new addition from the app and rolled his eyes. “Yes honey, you may have sex with the man that already started having sex with you.”

Seamus then sped up swiftly and enjoyed the look of pleasure on her face but the frequent bouts of sidelong looks in between vigorous thrusts finally reminded him of a critical error on his part, just prior to a garbled: "-e--issio- -o -e-o-e -y -ha-h?" reminded him of the visitor that had spent the night sleeping at the foot of their bed.

Seamus slumped, turned, and looked at Ailis who pointed to the muzzle and plug gag with a quizzical look on her face, with Seamus studiously keeping his eyes on Ailis's face and off of her body. Seamus tried to surreptitiously pull a blanket over himself and Alice but the blanket refused to cover any part of Alice, so he stopped pulling at the blanket and just nodded. Ailis frantically tried to remove the buckles and when it failed, she looked forlornly at Seamus.

Seamus realized the problem and said: “Sorry Ailis, you have to beg...apparently that counts as receiving pleasure. Also, you’ll need to beg before you get dressed.”

Ailis put her hands up under her chin and started making puppy-dog whining noises.

Seamus winced and nodded.

Ailis swiftly removed the buckles and twisted to unlock the plug and then yanked it out of her mouth, coughing hard and retching as the end pulled away from her throat too fast. One of the guards handed her a towel to catch the drool and Ailis nodded back gratefully as she wiped her mouth and breasts, her chest heaving as she took deep breaths before removing the O-ring gag and then finally was able to say, her hands back up under her chin in begging mode: "Mind if I get dressed now? And don't stop on my account, just pretend I'm not here."

Wincing, Seamus replied. "Yes, you can get dressed, Ailis." Sighing, he turned back to Alice. "I suppose we probably should get up and eat while the food is hot..."

Alice pouted but pointedly kept her eyes away from Ailis while replying: "Yes, dear." She wiggled her hips just a hair, causing Seamus's breath to hitch.

"Honey."

Alice wiggled harder.

"Honey." Seamus tried again.

Alice's eyes partially rolled back in her head and she rolled her hips.

"Honey."

Alice suddenly realized he was trying to get her attention. "Hmm, yes dear?"

"Ailis hasn't left the room yet." Seamus reminded her.

Alice called out: "Hurry up!"

Laughter rang back as Ailis disappeared out their door, 'dressed' for the day.

Alice suddenly paused, a wide look of consternation on her face and said quickly as she remembered something critical: "Under-bust corset and accompanying butt plug!"

Seamus felt a sudden pleasurable increase in pressure and friction as he slid inside of Alice again, her plug producing interesting sensations as it alternated its thrusts with his. He saw her suck in a deep breath just before a corset began stitching itself together from thin air around her waist. It was a very beautiful purple and gold with fleur-de-lis on it, but it was also extremely tight. Ordinarily Alice had a 32" waist, but with this corset, her waist must have shrunk to 24". Seamus watched as the visual indications of her breathing moved higher and higher in her torso until the corset finished tying itself just under the bust. This corset had a slight shelf lifting and pushing the breasts together, applying additional tension to her piercings.

Alice moaned as the clit piercing started straining upward a little, her moans coming in little pants and she started to lightly shake in full body tremors. The corset sprang some straps that went up around the outside edge of her breasts and over her shoulders to the other side, compressing the breasts from the outside as they lifted the shelf her breasts were resting on, further adding tension to the chain until Seamus wondered if he could pluck it like a guitar string. Not a nice thought Seamus...funny, not nice.

Alice panted as the butt plug started thrusting harder with inflation and deflation in random patterns, causing the both of them to jerk in surprise, prompting even more moans from Alice.

"Are you okay Alice?" Seamus checked in.

Nodding swiftly, Alice tried to reengage in her motions but found the combined corset and tension to be too much to overcome. "F...just have sex with me Seamus!"

Seamus frowned at her near curse but acquiesced to her request. And Alice nearly passed out as she screamed instantly: "Seamus! Please, please, oh please may I?"

Seamus grinned. He loved hearing her screams of passion. He opened his mouth to give her permission. "No." No?! Crap.

Alice whimpered but pulled his face down to hers and kissed him hard, biting his lip in the process. Her fingernails scraped down his back, nearly catching his wings in the process and she vainly tried to move her upper body to get more friction down below.

Seamus pulled on her nipple chain and watched her eyes roll back in her head. Then he thrust in again, and finally feeling himself hitting the point where he was ready to finish, opened his mouth and told Alice: "You do not have permission to cum." Darn it!

Alice cried out in desperation: "Please, please, please, please, may I?"

Seamus couldn't stop himself from finishing and opened his mouth in equal desperation: "Yes! You may!" Finally! Seamus felt the hot rush that almost always accompanied the feeling of finishing inside her.

Seamus almost plugged his ears at the shriek that filled the room as Alice screamed in pleasure, the air rushing out not coming back in easily, and he watched her have a second, then a third orgasm in rapid succession before her shudders calmed down and she was able to get her breathing under control, the heaving of her bosom amazing in its ferociousness, her nipples straining with each deep breath.

Alice opened her eyes and looked at him blearily. "Wow!" Panting, she closed her eyes for a few moments, then opened them again. "Wow!" She repeated.

Seamus chuckled and Alice gasped at the movement, his penis still lodged firmly, deeply inside of her. "Oops, sorry, honey." Seamus pulled out.

Alice hummed and then stated: "Stop that! I am feeling fantastic." Alice closed her eyes again and concentrated on breathing evenly, shallowly.

Sighing, Seamus said: "I get the feeling the food is probably cold...and I still have to get to work."

"Mmhmm." Alice moaned contentedly. She rolled over, facing the food, eyes still closed.

"Do you want me to get you a plate?" Seamus asked.

"Mmhmm." Alice replied.

Seamus chuckled and swung his far leg over and he rolled off the bed, using his tail on the ground to steady himself. Three of the guards stepped forward, two with plates of food, one with a wet towel. The one with the wet towel dropped to her knees and began a careful process of cleaning his penis while one of the other two brought his plate to him. Seamus cleared his throat in embarrassment and decided the best path was to pretend everything was normal. So, when the succubus guard carrying his food bent over above the one cleaning his penis and carefully placed his food on her back just above her wings, the silverware placed carefully on either side, Seamus again decided the best approach was to pretend this was an everyday occurrence.

After finishing up his meal, and deciding that zippers on pants were henceforth banned after he moved at an inopportune time in the attempt of trying to accommodate the bent over guard and the guard cleaning his penis, he requested a change of clothes with slacks sans zippers since all of his regular clothes were still at the house...then reluctantly requested one of the guards bring Mandy and Samantha to the foyer outside the bedroom. Standing there in his upgraded but typical midnight blue sports coat, bow tie, and extremely comfortable new black Italian leather shoes waiting for the two neighbors to appear, he looked around the room, starting to rethink the wisdom of asking two women to be whisked away from wherever they were to a room filled with weapons and imposing statues...but it was too late.

Mandy and Samantha appeared and before Seamus could say a word, both of them had unbuttoned their cream colored blouses and grabbed one of his hands each, placing them on their breasts.

Seamus sighed. He waited patiently for the interminably lengthy five minutes to end before both women suddenly gasped and stepped back swiftly, attempting to yank their blouses closed with furious simultaneous blushes and stammers of apology.

Seamus waved them off with as much alacrity as possible. "It's all right, I understand. You have permission to cover up. I do need to get going though, so I'm going to ask this nice lady here to return you to your home, okay?"

Both of them tried hard to cover up but nothing was happening.

Oh, right. Sighing, Seamus continued: "Ladies, I'm afraid you have to beg me for permission before you'll be able to cover up..."

Mandy looked up, her eyes flashing, but something in his demeanor, and her flushed face, caused her to stammer out a swift appeal, followed shortly by Samantha.

At Seamus's nod, both were able to cover up and start buttoning their blouses.

Mandy stepped forward partway through and said: "I don't get what is going on, Mr. Malone. I'm so sorry about what we keep doing. I feel like I'm going crazy! But...you seem to...uh...and...uh, do you happen t..to know...um...why I've got a..." she cleared her throat and stood up straight "bunny tail on my tailbone now?" She blushed but forged ahead: "And I don't mean a fake one, I mean it is real! It wiggles, it moves, it has bones, I can feel it when I touch it, uh...you must think I'm crazy, sorry I asked, just ignore me." She turned and looked at Samantha who suddenly shot up straight from doing up the buttons on her own blouse.

"Wait...you have a tail too?" Samantha asked.

Mandy stopped. "Too? You've got one then?"

Samantha blushed and nodded. "A black and white bunny tail, yes."

Seamus winced. "I do know what is going on, and you deserve an explanation, both of you, but this is a very long conversation that deserves my full attention. However, I do need to get to work to deal with a critical matter, plus I still have one more woman that I have to invite here before I leave for work...so may I request a raincheck for later tonight or tomorrow? I do apologize, I know this is stressful, but just a little whole longer and I can hopefully provide you both some clarity, okay?"

Both of the women nodded reluctantly, with Samantha reaching under her knee-length skirt and pulling off her panties and pressing them into his hands before Seamus sighed in relief as they disappeared in mist and fog on their way back home. Before they had fully disappeared, Seamus heard Mandy ask Samantha: "What the hell was tha...?" but Seamus didn't catch the response as they were already gone.

Only to wince yet again when Gina appeared out of a new fogbank. And this time, unlike yesterday morning, her mode of dress was impeccable. "Sir, I take it I am here to fulfill my daily requirements?"

Seamus nodded. Gina is almost worse for me than Mandy or Samantha. At least those two seem to have kept the majority of their behavioral patterns. Gina is just...Stepford Wife-ish.

Gina nodded and curtsied in her knee-length skirt, her kitten heels a pastel blue that matched the blue and white pattern of her skirt. The light yellow of her blouse was pleasant, and in counterpoint to everyone else lately, pleasantly opaque. Not that that mattered much when she asked permission to kiss him and for permission to remove her blouse and bra.

Seamus nodded to both, then waited while she went up on tip-toes and kissed him on the mouth, directing his hands onto her now bare breasts and then she started very pleasant movements with her tongue along his teeth.

Knowing it was coming didn't help matters when right at five minutes, Gina broke the kiss, stammered, blushed, apologized profusely, and vainly tried to put her bra and blouse back on. It took three tries to get her attention, and she stared at him in annoyance when he finally it got through to her that she needed to beg permission to get dressed. "Seriously, what is wrong with the South? I come down here to get away from California cost of living and suddenly find myself stripping for complete strangers. It has to be the sweet tea. You all are completely crazy! I can't stand how backwards you all are! I know what it means when you all bless my heart! Why can't you all get with the program and finally realize how much better your lives would be if you were just like Cal..I'm sorry. A Good Girl never raises her voice in anger and always comports herself with the utmost of discretion and civility. Five negative points against this Good Girl."

Seamus almost experienced actual whiplash at the suddenness of the change.

Gina drew her breath in and shakily started again. "Please, Sir, may I put my blouse back on and go to work? In recompense for my bad behavior a moment ago, I will forego undergarments entirely today. Please accept these tokens of my apologies." She stripped off her panties, and placed them, along with her bra, in his hand and at his nod, put her blouse back on.

As the mist swirled and Gina disappeared, Seamus shuddered. Stepford Wife indeed. Seamus looked down at the two pairs of panties and bra he had in his hand, and tried to figure out what to do with them.

"Would you like me to put those in your growing collection treasure chest, Your Majesty?" One of the guards asked.

Seamus looked over. And decided that he was tired of thinking of them as: guards. He was putting space between him and them because of...well, because he didn't want to go through that thought process loss again but putting up barriers wasn't good either. "What is your name?"

"Iraeniae, Your Majesty." Iraeniae knelt, folding her wings as she bowed her head. She was dressed in a bubblegum pink corset, with pink hair ties, matching leather collar with a steel heart on the front, with matching wrist and ankle cuffs. She was wearing 6" pink stiletto strappy heels that continued the straps around her legs all the way up to her thighs where little clamps were holding her labi...*ahem*. Seamus redirected his eyes to her wings and realized that the gorgeous, black as night feathers had dozens of neat little pink bows on each lesser covert. The time it must have taken to do that…

Seamus looked again at the ties in her hair and realized each was a decorative rope knot, but no two were the same, which led to her eyelashes, pink rhinestones glued on each, scattering the light with each blink. She had shimmering Barbie-pink eyeshadow encrusted with glitter, connecting to matching pink blush that rose to meet the eyeshadow in symmetrical wings at the outer corner of each eye. Her hands, folded over her knee, had long, razor sharp, stiletto-tip nails adorned with little decorative scenes of...men and women having sex in a different position on each fingernail. How did anyone get the scenes that realistic, that small?

Iraeniae’s pink theme continued along her tail, the black feathers on the reptilian scales each bearing a small pink bow out to the standard succubi heart-shaped stinger, but her stinger had a sword scar marring the symmetry, the edges of the scar rhinestone encrusted and dusted with pink glitter.

Realizing he had been staring for a long, long time, Seamus cleared his throat. "Um, sorry. I just realized you have an amazing amount of dedication to pink."

Realizing he had been staring for a long, long time, Seamus cleared his throat. "Um, sorry. I just realized you have an amazing amount of dedication to pink."

"No apologies necessary, Your Majesty." Iraeniae smiled at him cheerfully. "If you'd like, I can show you all the other places that have pink as well...including a few tattoos that should prove quite..." breathlessly she said the last: "...scintillating."

Seamus growled as he felt himself twitch at the invitation. "Thanks...but I've got enough bed-mates at the moment. I appreciate the offer though." He held out the panties and bra to her.

Iraeniae pouted a little but smiled easily. "Of course, Your Majesty. Sireah is going to take my place while I put these in your treasure chest."

"Wait, my...what now?" But it was too late. Iraeniae's grinning face had already disappeared in a...bubblegum and Barbi pink mist. Seamus looked at the new arrival, emerald green swirling with her arrival. "Sireah, I take it?"

"Mmhmm. Oh, yes! Please, Your Majesty! Please yes, take me and use me!" Sireah flounced her way over and planted a kiss on his cheek. Then used her tail to dart between his legs as she cupped his butt with her hand, dragging the tail back carefully angled to achieve maximum contact with the bulge in his pants. Her other hand was on her sword at her hip, and he could see her looking over his shoulder as she leaned in and sniffed his chest, licking her lips salaciously.

Seamus groaned. Today is not going to be an easy day, is it?

Seamus descended the last of the stairs, turned a corner and then stopped short. "Sireah?"

"Yes, Your Majesty?" Sireah's wing tip tickled his chin as she scanned the next room.

Blowing her wing feather away from his mouth, Seamus asked: "I don't actually have to walk to my garage here, right? Do I even have a garage? How do I get to work? "

Sireah tickled his ear with her wing tip this time and replied: "No, Your Majesty, you don't need to walk anywhere." She used her tail to rub his wing feathers sensuously. "These wings could get you to work, although it may take a few thousand years for you to get up to an appreciable percentage of lightspeed, at least in the beginning."

Seamus grimaced at the humor, then froze as the implications percolated through his brain. "You mean...I can fly, in space?"

"Of course, Your Majesty. Even without your full knowledge of how to use your abilities, you can at the very least pull a breathable envelope through a wormhole now. And those wings don't operate on standard aerodynamics like the birds you are used to. They provide something like an appreciable ion thrust when outside the atmosphere of a normal planet. Plus they do a decent job of catching solar wind." Sireah had moved her tail to his butt and was playing tic-tac-toe on his butt cheek while she kept a steady eye around them.

Seamus was floored. And ecstatic. He wanted to fly, now, just go into space and never...no, he had responsibilities...but...space! He looked up through the ceiling and stared wistfully into the distance. If only my family could go with me. Then I would. Tears pricked his eyes and he prayed for strength to stay in the fight. Lord, to see the beauty of your creation, in all its majesty, that would be the culmination of a life-long dream. But how much would I be giving up, how much would I be asking others to give up, for me to fly off into the dark of night? His legs gave out and he sank to his knees beneath a deep sense of charmolypi.

Sireah snapped her wings wide and drew her sword swiftly and silently, a gun appearing in her other hand, her eyes scanning the upper edges of the room.

Na leapt from where she had been gliding above them to land beside Sireah and she looked at Seamus for a moment, then looked back at Sireah and shook her head before leaping back into the air and flying back up to a dark corner, her bat wings flapping hard but soundlessly.

Waving off the concerned queries from the guards who hadn’t seen Na, Seamus gave a prayer of thanks and stood back up again. He wiped his eyes, smiled and said to Sireah: "Thank you. I never expected to experience such a profound sense of wonder, joy, and sadness all at once. Thank you."

Sireah sheathed her weapons, nodded and smiled with deep understanding, caressing his cheek with her finger. "Always, Your Majesty." She shook her wings and smiled flirtatiously again, "Ready to teleport to work?"

Looking around the castle, Seamus nodded, straightened his tie, gratefully accepted his briefcase from a guard he would learn the name of soon, and folded his own wings in tight against his back, smirking a little before he used his tail to slide under Sireah's skirt from behind between her spread legs and tapped upward just before she turned around.

"What?!" Sireah whirled in shock, Seamus's tail already back curled under his wings, Seamus looking at her innocently. Sireah smirked. "Finally! I was waiting for a King that would play with me..." The mist swirled around them and they disappeared from the castle, only to appear in front of Jill, standing at his desk, looking frazzled and frustrated.

"There you are! Where have you been?" Jill stepped forward, ripping her shirt open and plopped his hands on her breasts. "And who are you?" She asked Sireah.