Scarlet Date 3, Part 8: Dinner and a Show

Scarlet

Why am I so nervous? We just fought a giant for real and I’m more afraid now than then. Scarlet leans into Harper as they wait at her parent’s suite door. Harper, sensing Scarlet’s nerves, gives her a kiss that nearly causes her to orgasm on the spot.

“Seriously, love,” she moans, “What the fuck?”

“Oh, I got a transformation on Tina’s date that basically gives me the whole succubus kiss thing? Figured you could use a distraction.”

“Two things. One, there is a time and a place for transformation shenanigans and right before dealing with my parents is not the time. Two, you are definitely going to use that to rock my world tonight.”

“Duly noted.” Another kiss, not panty-wetting, is delivered to Scarlet’s forehead right as Dad opens the door.

“Got more of that scotch, Fish?” Dad is tapping his foot, acting impatient.

“Back on set, Pops. I’ll bring you another bottle once the show’s over. May we come in?”

Dad beckons them to come in. Harper offers her arm; Scarlet gently squeezes the sea elf’s elbow. Mom is in the kitchen, which makes Scarlet smile in a way she hasn’t since all of this drama started. She went all out. Chicken parm. Carbonara. A tiramisu for dessert. Harper gives her a look that reads “that is a lot of carbs.” Scarlet socks her in the arm for it, which causes the sea elf to snort before starting her little song of praise for the food.

“Please forgive me if something is off,” Mom says, “I had to use several substitute ingredients. The dairy is especially strange.”

“I’m sure it’s fine, hon. You are such a good cook.” Dad replies, already trying to cut into his cutlet. Mom whacks his hand with a wooden spoon, as per usual.

“Salad first, Shaemus.”

Dad grumbles as he stabs a chunk of greens. Harper, already serving herself another helping of salad, offers him some more. He grumbles a little louder, “Traitor. You’re supposed to take my side.”

“So, how’s the monastery been treating you two?” Scarlet asks, hoping to steer the conversation somewhere other than Dad’s refusal to eat vegetables without whining about it. Dad and Daph will get along, as far as that’s concerned.

“This world is strange, dear. Outside of that girl that came in with a barcode tattooed on her pelvis, we haven’t seen a single human. And most people stare at us like we are a piece of meat. The monks won’t tell us why; they say we would be too frightened by the truth right now. We’ve mostly been avoiding being out there. Plus, everything is so sexual here. Shaemus is apparently a prude by this world’s standards and I can’t imagine how that is even possible. Can either of you explain it?”

“We got a little bit of info from Aelene. And Harper had her life rewritten, so she has memories of growing up somewhere in this world.”

Dad, haven eaten his obligatory few bites of salad, notes, “So, when you said you’re royalty here, you weren’t kidding?”

“Nope. Adopted to be the crown princess of a Queendom a few days north of here. Which of those questions do you want me to address at the dinner table, ma’am? Good cook on the cockatrice, by the way. A heavier dose of spice would help counteract the relative sweetness of the hu-cow cheese, but I don’t know how much of that you were given.”

Mom blushes a little. She always liked constructive criticism. “Given this world, all of them.”

Harper describes the general perverseness of this world first. How most civilized races have such fertility or libido issues that sex is actively encouraged in almost all circumstances just to keep the world from falling apart from population collapse. How most monstrous races are actual exoparasites, laying their eggs in the women of civilized races to incubate. That leads to the plight of humans. They were so prized for solving fertility issues that they were bred nearly to extinction. By the time she finished, everyone else at the table have ashen faces.

“You couldn’t sugar-coat that, Princess?”

“That was me sugar-coating it, Pops.”

“So, what are we going to do once the show is over? I don’t want to be enslaved to be breeding monsters.”

Harper sighs, then looks to Scarlet. Then, gently smiling, she says, “As long as you are here in this monastery, you will be perfectly safe. The goddess of this place will protect you. Despite the rudeness of the High Matron, she will not **** you to leave while Nimlith Groove is in danger. Once the show is over and we’ve dealt with the dangers affecting my new home, I will send Scarlet for you. She’ll escort you to the castle and we’ll figure it out. Please take the time from now until then to figure out what you want to do. I’ll do my best to make it happen.”

Scarlet squeezes Harper’s knee. She smiles appreciatively.

“So, if I wanted to go back to work, you’d find me a job?” Dad asks, mouth still full of meat.

“What did you do?”

“Construction.”

“Oh, I’ll have sooooo much work for you. I’ll likely have a city that needs rebuilding. And then there will be at least one other project after that. Ever wanted to be a foreman?”

“And if I wanted to spend my time raising grandbabies?” Mom asked pointedly.

“Ma’am, I currently have 9 other women in my harem and at least 7 of them have expressed some interest in having children at some point. You are likely to have more grandchildren than you would you what to do with. Especially when you consider that only one of those women is human. We will be needing all the help we can get.”

Mom blanches at the mention of non-human grandchildren, but puts on a brave face. “I’m sure I will love them. I just need to get used to all of this.”

“So, another difficult topic,” Scarlet offers, “I made a promise to the goddess of this place when I saved you from the military.”

“Military?”

“Yeah, apparently using magic is a big no-no in our dimension,” Harper interrupts, “If the weave was ever repaired, the world will end soon after. The military tries to quash all magic use with pretty **** prejudice. So, Scarlet negotiated with Eilistraee to get you out before she used the gun on you.”

Scarlet nods in agreement, then tries to get things back on track, “That’s why she’s protecting you, outside of just being kinda nice for a cosmic being. I joined this Order for that reason. And I need you two there for my ceremony tonight. Will you come?”

“Of course, Pumpkin. It’ll be like one of your dance recitals.”

“Yeah, Dad,” Scarlet blushes, “a dance recital.”

Mom picks up on that, “How perverted is this ceremony going to be?”

“Uh, nothing I haven’t done already for the show.”

Mom arches an eyebrow at that, “That doesn’t answer the question, dear. What awful thing are they going to make you do?”

A knock on the suite door interrupts Scarlet’s thought. Trying her best to ignore Mom’s insistent questioning, the oread stands up to answer the door. That girl Annabelle is there, saying, “Acolyte Smythe, you are needed in the monastery grove. The rest of your trials are waiting.”

With a kiss on the cheek and a quick plead in Elvish to Harper to get her parents there, Scarlet waves goodbye. She can’t help but hear Mom start to grill Harper for the answer. The sea elf stands firm.

Harper

The grove is beautiful. The trees seem to glow silver and blue. Fireflies float in the air as cicadas buzz happily. The air feels crisp and cool, a cool sea breeze flowing through the trees and Harper’s hair. The grass is soft on the sea elf’s feet.

Her future parents-in-law are not exactly comfortable with Harper “dressing appropriately” for the ceremony; while Sinead is pointedly avoiding looking at the sea elf, Pops is trying his best (and failing) to hide his ogling. Glitterdust (who still hasn’t put on clothes) appreciates it a lot. The lingering glances from Josie (still in her gym clothes) and Tina (in a cute T-shirt and a skirt) also make Harper feel attractive.

The trail to the grove opens up to something like an open-air theatre. A stage area made of living glowing trees, curved and sanded to serve both floor and backdrop, dominates the back of the clearing. A firepit, currently unlit and empty, sits in front of it. Tables and chairs are placed around the groove, every one of them with at least a decent view of the stage. Of course, the attending monk directs them to a reserved table, front and center.

The “pre-show” is going on, much to Sinead’s chagrin. A male luchtoni is dancing on one-side of the stage, his knotted cock swollen and erect. A couple of female drow are dancing together on another side. Harper tries her best to pay attention to the three women in her harem. Pops is drooling.

A male hu-cow walks up, “Howdy, folks. Welcome to our grove. The cover charge for basic services have been handled for y’all. Monastery members will let you know if you are about to go beyond the basic services. Would any of you like some milk while I’m here?”

Harper sees Tina start to lick her lips. The sea elf quietly says, “He’s talking about his milk. While it’ll taste the same, I’m not sure you’re gonna want it.” Tina hides her face by pulling her ears over it. It’s kind of cute.

“Do I want to know?” Sinead asks.

“Hu-cows are the primary source of diary here. Both genders are constantly lactating. Ladies from where’d you expect, guys from where’d you expect a different white fluid to come from.”

“Ok, so no more diary for us.”

Harper feels Her before she sees Her. Eilistraee, slowly floating down onto the tree tops of the stage, Her luminescence overpowering the lights from the trees. She sees Glitterdust sniff the air. Hoping the dragon is nosy enough to spy on her thoughts, Harper thinks, “Stop that line of thinking, Glitterdust. Stop it now,” hard enough to drill a hole in her new woman’s skull. Glitterdust stops sniffing, mentally replying, “Okay, MY goddess.”

Eilistraee leans in, real close, and boops Glitterdust on the nose. With a smile, She teases, “You rang?” Then, rising to Her full height, the goddess begins a spiel, “Hellllooooo, Harem Hotel! I’m Eilistraee, drow goddess of music, dance, swordplay, the surface world, moonlight, freedom, lust, and a dozen or so other things, and I’m your special guest host for tonight! We are here in the worship grove at the Monastery Under the Volcano. You like the trees? They were specially transplanted here from the Coedwig o Oleuadau. I have some duties to handle tonight. Time for a checklist! Let’s start with the easy ones. Cousin, you did complete your task. Here you go. One resizing enchantment coming up!”

Harper’s hand stops throbbing, as her wedding ring reshapes itself to fit with her webbing. With a mouthed “Thank you”, she nods.

“As a bonus, it’ll even engrave itself in Skye’s handwriting, once you start racking up more wives. Next up, my little witch. I am so proud of you for not running away. There, there.”

Sinead stares daggers at Harper and the goddess pats Tina on the head. Tina starts to melt, passing out. The goddess carefully leans the **** bunny-girl onto Josie’s shoulder.

Tina: + Elvish language proficiency

Tina: - Ability to say the word “Elvish” (temporary)

Tina: - English language proficiency (temporary)

Hearing way to many notifications go off for that, Harper checks her phone. The goddess senses Harper’s annoyance.

“Just a little prank, cousin. She’ll be fine. Now, my dragon friend, does the wolf deserve her prize?”

“Why wouldn’t she? She brought ME into the fold of MY goddess. And...” Glitterdust continues to speak, but no sound comes out.

“Neither my cousin nor I appreciate you referring to her that way. Here. Your present, wolf.”

Josie: +1 Charisma

“Oh, it feels so good to check things off. Now the complicated checklist. Let’s check on Acolyte Cinnamon’s progress. Problem at the volcano identified? Check! Problem solved? Check! Really annoyed my silly little Meriele with her success. Her silly loan paid off? Check, finally! Her girlfriend spat resolved? Let’s see. Now, dragon friend, I’m going to let you talk again. Please refrain from blaspheming me in my presence. Did the wolf and my little witch at least start to work through their problem?”

Harper starts to try to answer, only to find her voice stuck in her throat. She feels Eilistraee reach into her brain, “I’m asking your dragon, cousin, not you.”

“I dunno what the problem even was. They seemed fine when I was fucking them?”

“Close enough, check! That leaves her performance here tonight. Cousin, if you would please be so kind as to sit on the chair here on stage, let me introduce her. All the way from Earth-8720130 by way of Harem Hotel, taking her Trial of Body, a hot tamale of an oread, give it up for Cinnamon!”

Scarlet

Listening to the goddess present herself to the show, seeing her parents front and center through the trees, the goddess is also before Scarlet. The oread can’t help but ask, “Eilistraee, would you be so kind as to remove the requirement that my parents are here for this?”

The goddess kneels down and boops Scarlet’s nose, “Would you just like my answer or would you prefer to know why?”

“I suppose I’m not going to like the answer. Tell me why.”

“Because your parents need to see the sacrifices you made for them. Not just the one on the show. The ones before. You gave up so much to not be a burden to them when your mom fell ill. They need to see it, to understand it.”

Sighing, the oread hears her cue to go. Scarlet struts onto stage as a sexy fireman, rolling her eyes at the costume as Harper hops up onto the stage. Scarlet leans forward to get a kiss on the cheek, which Harper is happy to give, then pushes the sea elf onto the chair. She then continues to the edge of the stage.

She looks at her parents. Mom is furious; Dad is horny, but is slowly becoming horrified as he realizes what is going on. “Mom, Dad, I love you. I’m so sorry for what’s about to happen.” Turning around, she summons her glaive. Slamming it on the marked spot (between two slightly moving trunks such that the stage isn’t damaged), she starts to crackle in Ignan, “<Hey love, you mind if I upgrade my weapon while I strip?>”

Harper replies in Aquan, mildly confused, “<Go ahead?>”

Rolling her cheap plastic fireman helmet off her head and onto Harper’s, Scarlet starts her pole dance. She does a backflip, wrapping her legs around her glaive, then sits up to perform a handstand on the pommel. With a sizzling finger, she burns a cut through the cheap blue crop top, letting the shirt flap open. Her suspenders keep the shirt mostly on (for now).

A front flip off the pommel, she starts to swing around the pole by her ankles. She leans in to kiss Harper on the lips, pressing a Pulse of Pain into it as she goes. Harper gasps, somewhat in pleasure, somewhat in pain. Her spin slowing, she pulls herself back to the pole with her knees, then focuses her internal fire to burn through the back of her crop top over her spine. The shirt fragments fall off; her nipples barely covered by the cheap suspenders.

Scarlet does a mid-air split, Pulse of Pain delivered to Harper’s shoulder. The oread crackles, “<Pants are tearaway. Give me a pull, love.>”

Harper, a little dazed by the ki stimulation, complies, asking, “<Why are you sexy hitting me, exactly?>” The pant leg pops right off, revealing her bare dancer’s leg.

“<Have to make you cum from erotic damage.>”

“<Oh.>” Scarlet hits Harper with another Pulse of Pain empowered kick, which Harper takes in the forearms. She anticipates that Scarlet wanted her to pop off the other pant leg, leaving the oread in booty shorts and suspenders. Josie lets out a loud enough wolf-whistle that Scarlet spins past Harper, missing another chance to get the sea elf to cum. She uses her momentum to get herself back to handstand position on the pommel. With some focus, she burns the shorts down to basically a thong.

Cartwheeling down the pole, she starts the spin again. She beckons Harper closer. With gentle brushes, Scarlet applies her Pulse of Pain to Harper’s tits, her tummy, her leg. She looks close. Wrapping her legs to keep her in place, she slips the suspenders off, baring her breasts. She unbuttons the makeshift pants thong and, with a sit up rolling into a forward flip, flings her last bit of clothes into the far edge of the audience.

Harper moved around to be where she would land. The sea elf pins Scarlet to her pole, her arms positioned behind her head. “<You’re out of clothes. Time to finish this. Simultaneously.>”

Harper leans in for a heavy kiss, borrowed succubus powers rapidly making Scarlet verge to orgasm; the oread feels a little vitality drain from her as the sea elf continues to snog. Scarlet slips a finger into Harper’s sea cave, then applies a Pulse of Pain straight into her G-spot. Harper moans into Scarlet’s mouth, gushing onto the oread’s fingers. Steam billows around the couple.

Scarlet: +4 VP (Make Mistress Cum [Fingerblasting] x2 bonus [First Time Mistress Participant])

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

Several in the crowd clap, whistle, cat-call. Scarlet looks over Harper’s shoulder to see her parents stunned, her awake girlfriend giving her a thumbs up, Harper’s pet dragon nuzzling into the wolf-girl’s breasts. She hears the massage table wheeled in behind her.

The goddess speaks above them, “Strip show? Check! One last task. Now Matrons get to set their own donation rates and their own services. Cinnamon here will like to provide counseling and massage therapy. Let’s see how well she can do the latter. Cinnamon, if you would please?”

Scarlet directs the slightly hobbling Harper to lay down on the massage table, her face sticking through the little hole for her head. The oread squirts some massage oil. No need to use the aphrodisiac version this time. Scarlet starts to work through Harper’s knots, her tight muscles. The tension of wearing that suit and the tension of meeting my parents have been weighing on her.

When the oread has Harper roll over, she starts to work on the more sensual tension. More massage oil. Kneading breasts. Working obliques. Squeezing thighs. “<Hop up,>” Harper asks, “<I want to taste you.>”

The massage oil warms between them as Scarlet starts to massage Harper’s clit with her tongue. She feels the sea elf start to do the same to her. The sea elf squeezes Scarlet’s ass, bringing her in closer. Wow. Her magic tongue feels so good, but different that Josie’s. The oread starts to grind on Harper’s face. Harper just seems to know what to do somehow. She makes Scarlet ride the edge for a solid minute before forcing the oread to cum first. Harper gushes soon after, panting into Scarlet’s lava tube.

Harper: +1 Endurance

Scarlet: +2 VP (Brought Mistress to Orgasm [Lick Lower Lips to Leaking])

Scarlet: +2 VP (Mistress Brought Slut to Orgasm [Good Vibrations])

“Well, by the power vested in me, by me, I present to you Matron Cinnamon! Here are your prizes.”

Prudence drags the screen for the audience to display Scarlet’s rewards:

Burning Hearts, Burning Loins – Whenever Scarlet would deal fire or erotic damage, she can switch the damage type to the other. When she converts fire to erotic damage, she increases the target’s sexual sensitivity for the next minute. When she converts erotic to fire damage, she increases the target’s anger for the next minute (Monk).

Mask of the Silvery Moth: When this mask is attuned and worn, all monk clothing collectively only takes 1 attunement slot.

She gets the first reward. The second doesn’t seem useful. “<Hey, Harper,>” Scarlet asks in Ignan, “<What’s the point of the mask enchantment?>”

“<Oh, most classes only allow you to attune to 3 magic items at once. So, your pasties and your hose take up 2 of your 3 slots. This way, all of your monk clothes count as 1 item and you can get another magic item. And, if you find more magic monk clothes, they won’t count against your 3 item limit.>”

“If you two are done talking, Matron Cinnamon here needs to do her first assignment. I’ll return her shortly, cousin. Enjoy the rest of your night. Love you all!”

With that, Scarlet and her parents feel themselves in another world. Again.