Craig Date 2, Part 3: Harith Date 1

Gaia

Kevin and Ootah are still stressed. Gaia is trusting her girlfriend. So, she dragged the two of them down to the pool to relax while being on standby. The rhino horn makes swimming a little annoying, especially with the loud mermaid lifeguard wanting to touch it, but Gaia is making due.

Ootah is pacing along the edge of the pool. Kevin looks stiff as he sits on a picnic table, hands folded, following Ootah with his eyes. Gaia pulls herself to the edge of the pool and watches for a few moments. Again, they look stressed. Gaia offers, “Hey, Ootah, want a pool blowie?”

Ootah freezes in place. The orc turns to face Gaia and stares. She sits down on the edge of the pool, sighing. Gaia gives her a big smile. Ootah responds, “Not the time or the place, Gaia. Why?”

“You need to calm down and trust Mona.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust her, it’s that I don’t trust him.”

Kevin, still at the table, adds, “Gaia, you really think that Craig is going to stay on good behavior?”

Gaia nods, “Oh, I expect Craig to do something. I just trust Mona will be able to handle him. She said she had a plan.”

“And if that plan fails?” Ootah growls.

Gaia swims between Ootah’s legs, resting her head on the orc’s thick thigh. Again, the rhino horn is a little annoying. “Then we’ll be there. So, until then, we should relax. Stressing is going to wear you out before she actually needs help.”

Ootah lightly strokes Gaia’s rhino horn. “Fair. No blowjob right now, but I’ll calm down.”

Gaia’s horn tingles. She likes the feeling. Kevin joins them on the side of the pool. “Can we at least talk about what happens tomorrow?”

So, the trio starts strategizing how to help Mona in the morning. It is a bunch of speculation, most of which goes over Gaia’s head; the temporary rhino-girl offers what she can to the conversation. Still the water is nice and Ootah’s thigh is nice and the horn strokes are nice. This is a good way to wait for the “help me” signal to come.

Mineko

The room Cook-lady brought them to is strange. A ring of benches sit in the middle. Posters line the walls, with what Mineko assumes are words are written on them in a script she doesn’t recognize; the nekomata especially likes the one with the kitten hanging off of a tree branch. A table with cookies and a carafe of something is to the side, mostly untouched.

Andromeda apparently has an idea of what is going on. She asks, “Is this like going to Alcoholics Anonymous?”

Cook-lady answers, “Kind of? Nyadia got a lot of help from attending these meetings. Maybe it will help Mineko? And you could learn about opening up more.”

People slowly trickle in, in ones or twos or threes. Most of them are hoppalongs. Several of them are drow. A few are other beastkin.

Most of the newcomers look nervous. Mineko is confused. Finally, a naked drow woman walks in and gently asks, “If everyone will take a seat, we can begin.”

Mineko scurries to the nearest bench and sits down. Andromeda cautiously and stiffly sits beside her. This meeting starts with singing. Mineko shifts a little uncomfortably in her seat. She doesn’t know the words or even the language, outside of guessing that it’s Elvish, based on the context and the similarities it has with Sylvan. The nekomata hopes she isn’t doing a bad job at being a person right now; her forepaws are fidgety.

“Good evening, everyone,” the naked drow says, “I am Acolyte Viconia and welcome to Open Skies. We are all here to support each other as we embrace the freedom Lady Silverhair gave us by shattering the shackles of slavery. I see we have new guests tonight, brought in by Champion Silmerana herself! Welcome.”

Andromeda answers, “Thank you for having us?” Mineko nods in agreement.

The naked drow stands up and leans forward, trying to give them a little personal attention, “Now, this is a safe place, you two. Whatever you need to share is fair game and will not leave this room. If you need time to learn to trust, you are welcome to just sit and listen. But sharing your struggles will help us support you in your transition. Understand?”

Mineko nods, despite not really understanding. Andromeda nods too.

The drow stands up fully again. “Alright, who wishes to go first?”

A hoppalong nervously raises her hand. “Hi, I’m Flopsy and I have been rescued from slavery three months ago?”

The crowd (and Andromeda, but she starts late enough that she sounds off-rhythm) all reply, “Hi, Flopsy.”

“I have been doing a bit better since last time. Only had one screaming nightmare last night.” Mineko listens as Flopsy describes her bad dreams. Some of the other girls surround the hoppalong, offering hugs and shoulder squeezes. The nekomata watches, trying to decide why they are doing that.

Andromeda whispers, “Might help Jenny to come here too. It’s not exactly the same thing, but...”

Acolyte Viconia gives them a slightly dirty look, then claps, “Good job, Flopsy, for being brave enough to share.” The drow offers some advice for grounding yourself, emphasizing the need to remember that their former owners can’t hurt them anymore. “Who is next?”

A bakeneko raises her hand, “Hi, I am Beth and I have been rescued from slavery around eighty three years ago.”

“Hi, Beth.” Mineko got into the greeting. How did Beth live that long?

“First thing, Flopsy, the priestess is right. Keep showing up. It gets easier. I remember the day I was enslaved so vividly. I just graduated high school and I was at a friend’s party. I got drunk and passed out only to find myself in a crazy hotel. My best friend was given a harem and...”

“Wait,” Andromeda interrupts, “You were a contestant on Harem Hotel?”

“Yeah, Andromeda, I was. And I know about you lot. I would be a lot more offended about you being here if it wasn’t obvious your cat needs to hear this. May I continue?”

Andromeda nods. Mineko scampers over. “Would pets help?” she asks, forepaw hovering over Beth’s ears.

“Please don’t, but I appreciate the offer. Eugene was a good guy, at least at the beginning. He recognized my sexuality and respected it. But the other contestants were not so nice; it was the typical revenge season setup: everyone a bully, save me. And the audience wanted to see them suffer. Eugene got transformations to make him more domineering. He started to relish the power he was given. Most of the bullies broke before the season ended; the one that became his most devoted won the wish. She wished for Eugene to be the immortal demon lord of her dreams.”

Beth pauses to catch her breath; she looks like she is holding back tears. Mineko wants to tell her that she is a good kitty and give her pets; she stops herself simply because she was told not to.

Beth continues, “He made me carry some of his demonspawn. I still have the occasional nightmare from birthing them. Others about how I got to be pregnant in the first place. Years of being a lesbian broodmare to a monster. I have been tainted with so much demon blood that I am effectively ageless now.”

Beth lets out a nervous half-laugh, half-sob, “But, he fucked up. His reign of terror targeted the homestead of another graduated harem. They died. Unauthorized assaults on another game participant is a big no-no. And the Producer in charge of supervising our season sent her enforcer to resolve the violations. The Queen, she cut down Eugene herself. Sent the ones that couldn’t live without Eugene somewhere they could maybe heal. Brought me here. Provided me what I needed to get through the hard times thereafter. For all of that, I am grateful.”

Mineko sees Beth’s hand hovering over the nekomata’s head. Good kitties get pets! Pets don’t immediately come. Beth concludes, “So, Andromeda, Mineko, as long as Mona treats you like people, you will be okay. Keep her from giving into the power the show grants her over you. Harem Hotel has made more monsters out of masters than not.”

Mineko nods to her fellow cat-girl. Pets still don’t come. The drow says, “Mineko, do you feel like sharing now? You don’t have to, but it will help start your healing.”

The nekomata turns, “But, I am still Mona’s...”

Cook-lady speaks up for the first time, “Mineko, just because you are bound to Mona doesn’t mean you are required to view the relationship as slavery. You said you want to be more to Mona than a slave. If you want, this is a chance to say that you are free.”

Mineko wants to be more for Mona, she just doesn’t know how. Her voice quavers as she starts, “Hi, I’m Mineko and... how long do I say that I have been rescued from slavery for?”

“Whatever feels right to you,” the drow lady answers, “Your moment of freedom is a bit nebulous.”

Mineko nods. Her voice still unsure, she tries again, “Hi, I’m Mineko and I have been rescued from slavery about five days ago. Since Mona named me and made me hers.”

“Hi, Mineko!” everyone replies. The nekomata grins, tails wiggling behind her. They said ‘Hi’ to me!

“What would you like to share?”

As Mineko begins to talk about her conflicting feelings, many of the others would give her a reassuring touch: a quick side-hug, a squeeze of a forepaw or shoulder. A few (but not enough) pets and ear scritches; even the few pets she got stops once they realize that petting makes her lose her sense of reality. Andromeda listens, but keeps a bit of distance. Mineko appreciates her friend just being in the room with her. I am going to be more person, for Mona. And for myself?

Mona

Hanging out with Ophie was nice. They made bulgogi burritos from scratch together. Bulgogi beef, flame seared, with pickled daikon radishes, shredded instead of sliced into discs, some spicy kimchi, some (cauliflower) rice, all in keto-friendly cabbage leaves as a wrap. They chat as they eat in the kitchen. I should hang out with Ophie more!

Mona: Daily Bonus Objective complete! No teleporting +10 BP

Mona: Daily Bonus Objective complete! Follow Diet on her date +10 BP

“Woman, where’s my next beer!” Craig shouts rudely from the living room.

Mona sighs. I guess I need to get back to my “date.” Ophie grabs a bottle of non-alcoholic beer and a wrap to deliver. They walk into the living room together. Ophie hands the food and drink over to the gnoll, who doesn’t even say thank you. It’s like he’s trying to make me feel better about what’s going to happen once this moves to the bedroom...

The rest of the hockey game is just as confusing and boring as the bits she tried to pay attention to. Mona plays with her cool spells while she sits, which is at least a good use of her time, with her not having any games on her phone. She makes gentle breezes with Gust, whisper things to Ophie with Message, and recreates memes she used on Strife in the air with Minor Illusion for both of them. If my “date” is going to ignore me, I might as well just have some fun.

Mona was having so much fun entertaining herself that she didn’t notice that the game was over. Craig looks... annoyed.

“Sportsball over?”

“Yeah.”

“The team you like win?”

“No.”

“Have anything else to say to me?”

“Time for bed.”

Mona gets an emotion read off of him. Still utterly unrepentant, still filled with triumph, as if he has already won? Selfish asshole. She stands up and heads toward the bedroom, wondering what exactly her surprise has prepared for her.

He has been BUSY. A carpet of rose petals lead to and across the bedsheets. The room is lit up by dozens upon dozens of scented candles. The air is scented with rose, vanilla, and something spicy that Mona doesn’t recognize. And, of course, he is draped bare across the bed, body lightly oiled to highlight his swimmer’s bod muscles, a black rose held in place by his teeth.

“What the FUCK is this shit?” Craig exclaims.

He takes the rose out of his mouth as he crawls forward. The candle light shines across his rippling muscles. When he is close enough, he hands Mona the rose. “For you, Darling. Has the other gentleman earned some respect?”

Mona giggles, accepting the black flower. A vase with some water has been conveniently placed on Mona’s bedside table, so that’s where the rose goes. “I don’t know, Harith. Do you think he has?”

“You will – urk – explain what is going on here or I’m gonna...”

Harith’s voice gets a bit of a dangerous edge to it. Mona feels herself dampen at the sound of a real man defending her honor so forcefully. “You will do nothing, you bastard. You will sit in that chair and...”

At the mention of a chair, Mona notices it for the first time. Where her path to the bed was covered with soft rose petals, his path to the chair is littered with the thorny stems. The chair is made of hard, unfinished wood, with only more rose stems for cushioning.

“FUCK YOU! You don’t get to tell me what to do! This is my fucking ‘date,’ so get out!”

Mona takes command of the situation, to her mild surprise. I couldn’t imagine ordering a sexy guy around like this and it actually working back home! “Harith, get Craig a comfier chair. Craig, I figured you’d would still be an asshole, so I planned for a little romance lesson for you if you still wouldn’t sincerely apologize. You want this to stop, all you have to do is mean it when you say ‘I’m sorry.’”

Craig snarls, then squirms uncomfortably. Harith brings in a more comfortable looking chair without a fuss.

Mona looks at Craig. “Well?”

Craig pointedly looks at Harith and growls, “You wanna fuck the... her, go ahead. I will just watch another game.”

Mona is in a less charitable mood after how the gnoll has been acting, commanding, “Sit, Craig. That’s an order.”

Craig sits in the provided chair for all of ten seconds. Harith whispers in her ear. Ooooh... good idea!

“Craig, your cock will elongate such that it will tie you to the chair. The tip will be aimed at your face.”

Mona giggles as Craig finds himself shoved back into the chair by his own super long dock. It loops itself around his body, tying itself off in a little bow, aimed directly at his muzzle.

“Craig, you are to watch silently and take mental notes on how to treat a lady. You are only allowed to speak your safe word, which is a sincere apology that will meet your minor quest. Harith, shall we begin?”

“With pleasure, Darling.”

Harith starts by positioning her in front of Craig and undressing her. Where Gaia and Mineko did it with efficiency, Harith takes his time. Every patch of skin exposed gets a kiss or a caress or, once, a little nibble. Mona coos in delight. When she is down to just her underwear, he one-hand unclasps her bra and lets it slide down. He lavishes her with so many pecks, teasing his way towards a nipple, but never quite getting there. Mona moans in frustration. Sooo close! Just a little more and it’ll feel amazing.

He stops. His breath tickles Mona as he talks loud enough towards her boob for the gnoll to clearly hear, “The first thing you need to know, bastard, is that a woman needs time and attention devoted to them. Their pleasure is slower to build. It must be coaxed out of them. And, when you have built it up enough...”

His tongue brushes along her areola. She clenches down on something not yet inside her, whimpering. He nearly brought me to orgasm with just my boobies? How is that fair?!?!

Then he is down on his knees. He gently bites down on the side of her panties and slowly pulls them down with his teeth. The damp spot on them is almost embarrassingly obvious. Soon, she is completely bare. Harith gently pushes her onto the bed; she bounces a bit on the mattress as he gets her panties off of her legs.

“Next thing, make sure she’s ready to take you in before you start and know her limits.”

Harith looms over her, a hand supporting his bod near her face, a finger teasing her entrance. He leans down to whisper in her ear, “May I check your readiness, Darling?”

Mona nods. His finger slips in sooo easily. Then a second, spreading her wide; she clamps down on his fingers, nearly ready to explode. He can tell; he smirks a little, then whispers again, “Go ahead, Darling, I got you.”

Mona doesn’t need permission. She just lets go. He is quite thorough in working his fingers through her climax. When she comes down from it, he brings those fingers to his lips and gives them a long, slow lick.

“Darling, ready to continue down the path of pleasure?”

Mona stares at his cock, jutting erect down near her knees in the gap between their bodies. Sooo big. Maybe even bigger than Ootah? She nods, a little scared, a little scaroused.

“I have you, my darling. Unlike your other lovers this week, I have plenty of experience.”

Harith sits up, bringing his hard-on to rest upon her stomach. He turns to Craig, taking a moment to continue the lesson, “When a woman is physically and emotionally ready to accept you inside her, it feels so much better for both of you.”

He pulls back, lining his devil poker with her still drooling gooner den.

“Wait!”

He pulls back. Mona sighs in relief, then nods, “I’m ready now. Just needed to see that you would stop if I needed you to.”

Harith nods, then starts to line himself up again. He looks directly at Craig as he answers, “Of course I would stop. The path of pleasure is to be traveled willingly or not at all.” He turns, then pushes in. Mona, already sensitive, moans immediately. He stops, “You okay, Darling?”

“Just... a little sensitive... not used to going right back at it...”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No, keep going. It feels really good but it’s just a lot.”

Harith smiles. His little teeth points catch Mona’s attention. He slowly picks up the pace. It’s like the speed she felt from Gaia combined with the force and fullness she felt from Ootah. She can’t help but start babbling, her brain already turning to mush. It’s just so much! It’s just so much!

She cums again. And again. And again. Then, she feels a vast emptiness. The first spurt lands across her stomach, then more lines of jizz land over her. Streaks of white coat her tummy, her breasts, one line even got all the way up to her cheek. She can’t help but pant and giggle.

Mona feels her body pulled into an embrace. Harith is very warm on her back. He whispers in her ear, “Are you going to leave him tied up like that? He’ll probably lose points for not sharing our bed.”

Mona yawns, already half passed out from bliss. “Craig, your cock can untie itself when you are ready to join us. Harith, that was amazing. Good night.”

And the last words she hears before sleep overtakes her is, “Good night, Darling.”