Sarah is disappointed

An agonizing minute later, with chants the words of which Seamus desperately hoped he would forget soon still ringing in his ears, Sarah walked up to him. "Well? What did you think?" she asked.

Seamus tried to find a way to be diplomatic: "The moves were fantastic! Nice choreography. Very... interesting word choices."

Sarah looked disappointed. "Ahh. I wrote those myself."

Seamus felt himself scrambling to find a response, suddenly hearing snickers in his mind, snickers punctuated shortly by a sharp gasp. Alice? You okay?

Yes, dear. I'm fine. Vavnagal is just... enthusiastically letting me know what a succubus needs in order to have these, ouch! punishments count. Alice thought back. You know... I'd probably enjoy these more if you were delivering them...but I guess I don't mind if you get to oooh! hear the results. Yeowch!

Forcing himself not to remind her to use her safe word if she needed it, Seamus left Alice to it and responded to Sarah: "They definitely had a lyrical quality to them that leaves an impression on the mind after you hear them."

Sarah grinned. "Thanks!" Her smile turned a little strained, "ummm...I suppose you want to...help me now?"

Seamus looked down at Sireah who at a hand wave returned to her kneeling position, smiling easily. He quirked an eyebrow.

"Master, your Slave can wait until after midnight. This woman desperate for your tender attentions has a deadline." Sireah said softly. Then she smiled wickedly. "And her embarrassment of disrobing in front of your Slave will make up delaying your Slave's wedding night."

Sarah shot a startled glance at Sireah, then flushed. "I'm sorry...I...you know what, it's fine...I..." She gulped and turned back to the cheer group that was doing another routine in the background, this one thankfully free of the previous chant language style. "... I'll just go naked!" And she started to run.

"Sarah!" Seamus called.

Sarah stopped and turned around. "It's fine! I...I was the one who pushed it too late."

Seamus looked down at his watch with a frown. At this rate he wouldn't have time to select anything before midnight...and given Sarah's needs...he sighed. "Sarah. You don't have time for hesitation. Strip."

Sarah looked at him like a deer in headlights, but her fingers went to her top, hesitated, then, blushing furiously, drew it over her head in a quick motion and dropped it to the floor, her hands covering her breasts before he could see anything.

Sarah drew her hands downward toward her skirt, and as her breasts came into view, her body straightened a little, her head came up, she smiled a little easier, and while she still hesitated a beat before pushing her skirt down her legs, she did so swiftly, the blush fading. Stepping out of it, she bounced over to Seamus, leaped into his arms and planted a kiss on him.

"Feeling better?" Seamus asked wryly.

"Much!" Sarah chirped happily. "Finally out of those stifling clothes!"

Seamus sighed, pointedly not looking at the exceedingly brief cheer uniform on the ground. "Sarah...as much as you want to be dressed all day, do you mind if I don't go in your rear right now?" He winced. He should have asked this before she disrobed.

"Not a problem! I'd prefer that to the mouth anyway. Not that I mind oral, it's just... you're a bit bigger than you used to be and I don't think my jaw would enjoy it anymore." Sarah said happily as she jumped backwards on the bed next to Sireah. "Hey, sister-wife! Happy nuptials!" She sat up, leaned over and hugged Sireah quickly, then lay back down.

Sireah smiled back softly, but didn't move from her position. "Good evening, Sarah. Slave liked your cheer."

"Ahhh! Thanks!" Sarah said with a brief frown she swiftly dispelled. Then she stage whispered. "I think Seamus is pretending not to like it..."

Sireah smirked, then schooled her expression. "Slave believes Master found it exceedingly memorable." Sireah studiously kept her eyes down toward the ground, her hands on her thighs.

"Umm...why are you calling yourself that? It has... connotations..." Sarah whispered.

Sireah smiled softly, a wisp of hair sliding forward and falling in front of her face. "Because Slave loves Master and wishes to show Master devotion appropriate to Master's desires. Later, Slave will be happy to continue as Slave," Sireah winked at Sarah, "Or Slut, Submissive, Servant, Wife, Whipping Girl, Wingwoman, or whichever of those Master wishes Slave to be for him at that time."

Sarah nodded, and looked thoughtful. "I have no interest in Master/Slave relationships, but I'm happy you do!"

Sireah smiled wider and looked up at Seamus through her eyelashes, then dropped her eyes back to the floor, settling her wings.

Seamus glanced at his watch again, frustrated he couldn't give Sarah or Sireah the proper attention he wanted to, and wondered if this was to be his life now, moving from one woman who needed him to the next, watching the clock while he did it?

Oh. Poor you. So heartbreaking having a harem at your beck and call... Alice snickered in his head. Ouch! Not so...oooh, that one stung!

Seamus snickered.

At the confused look from Sarah, he shook his head, lined himself up and slid into her, feeling the same pleasurable shock of sensation that he usually did, the pressure deep inside building as he pushed to the end and couldn't push any further.

Sarah gasped: "So...full! Ooh! I needed this!" She dropped her head back onto the bed, her hands grabbing at the comforter and squeezing tight. "Please! May I?"

Seamus nodded and Sarah gasped as he pulled back, feeling every inch. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, her breath coming in quick pants.

"Ohh...I should have chosen this so much more often!" Sarah said breathlessly.

Seamus hurried, painfully conscious of every passing second, and finally felt his cells singing again as Sarah got closer and closer to her own finish. He closed his eyes and thought hard in order to anchor himself in the room again as he felt the familiar rush.

Sarah screamed out her pleasure and Seamus felt her fingernails rake his back, surprised because he hadn't felt her sit up, then she slumped back tiredly onto the bed. "I-i-uhhh. Thank y...thank you." She moaned out.

Seamus leaned forward and kissed her forehead with a smile and slid back off the bed. Now to quickly make some selections... He checked his watch and froze: 00:01. He closed his eyes in frustration and prayed he'd finished in time for Sarah, but despaired at how many gems the app had had to spend on his behalf.

Ahh. Honey? Alice said in his mind. Thanks! Hanae says thank you too. Although she's blushing a fair bit while she says it. Ouch!

Huh? What do you mean? Seamus thought back.

You didn't give me these? Or Hanae? Alice asked confused. Oof!

I didn't get to the selection screen in time. Seamus stated.

Well, let's just say Sireah...ahh!...isn't bigger than I am anymore. Ahhh!-nd it's a good thing the piercing chains lengthened eek! automatically. Alice thought dryly.

Maya cleared her throat hesitantly.

Seamus looked up from the watch.

"Did you read my diary yet?" Maya asked carefully, picking up Sarah's clothing and handing it to Sarah as she got off the bed.

Seamus froze and winced. "Sorry, no. I got distracted."

Maya paled, then carefully nodded her head. "Understood." She stood up straighter. Her eyes flicked to the crown on his head. "Your Highness, I hate to be a bother, but could you? Before the morning, please? It'll help." Her voice went quiet. "A little."

"Majesty." A guard spoke up.

Seamus and Maya looked over.

"Yes?" Seamus responded.

The guard bowed. "Apologies for speaking out of turn, Your Majesty. And..." Now the guard looked confused. "His Majesty's..." Her eyes flicked amongst the cheer team and her own guard captain who wasn't helping, and frowned, then smiled in a small way: "Cheer Captain, apologies for the correction."

Seamus waved off the apology and turned back to Maya who just looked confused.

Seamus nodded at Maya. Add to the to do list. Read a young woman's diary. Thank you, younger me... "I will. I promise."

Maya shrugged, nodded and said: "Thank you." Her eyes flicked to the guard. "Your Majesty." She started to turn, paused. "It's good to see you happy again." Maya smiled softly and then she ran off with the naked Sarah to rejoin the rest of the cheerleaders as they departed the bedroom.

Seamus started and stared as they left. I... it's good to see me happy?

"Master?" Sireah asked quietly. Then waited.

I...what have I done to deserve being wished that from them? Seamus thought to himself.

Recriminations later or not at all dear. Mmmouch! I want to lie ouch! down sometime soon and oof! right now, your mmyeowch! marriage rites are going to hog the bed. Alice poked.

Seamus shook himself, Alice knows her body...but if she needs to stop...and then smiled at Sireah. "I want to check in with you. That's a lot of things possibly interfering with your wedding night, I want it to be special for you."

Sireah smiled easily. "Slave is pleased Master thinks of her. Slave will be happier if Master stops thinking and uses her for his pleasure." Her wings half raised and partially beat before settling back down, then she shifted on her knees deliberately before returning to her position, moving her tail and starting to swish it behind her with careful, slow, intentional motions. Her eyes lifted and she looked him directly in his own eyes, raising her chin and smirking at him.

Seamus smiled back. Schooled his expression. Walked forward. Reached out a hand, tenderly caressed her breast, cupped it, lifted it, and then brought his tail down on it with a thwack.

Sireah's back arched and she cried out: "Thank you Master!" And she returned to her submissive pose with a happy smile.

"Sireah, I'm ready to get started with the ceremony, how about you?" Seamus asked.

Sireah looked up and nodded. "Yes, Master." Then she took a deep breath, snapped her wings back and launched herself off the bed, her small claws raking the air where Seamus's chest had just been.

Seamus felt his wings snap backwards stopping his rearward motion as he backpedaled furiously, then tried to dive underneath Sireah's wing flying at his face as she sent a front snap kick at his torso with her left foot, her right foot trying to plant on the floor but the calf suddenly spasming, launching her right leg back to an upright position in the middle of the kick.

Seamus managed to avoid the wing, felt the whoosh as her tail went over his head between his wings and then felt the kick land in his stomach. Coughing, he flew up right into the leading edge of the wing now rigidly above him.

A moment later, spitting bits of feather out of his mouth, he then tried whipping his tail in her general direction on his way back down to the floor.

Seamus felt more than heard the movement of air from her tail coming back, and his left wing snapped against the floor launching him into a roll just before the strike of her tail would have caught him in the butt, narrowly avoiding the knee strike to the head. His tail sailed harmlessly by her neck, after which he felt his lower body rise, following the pain in his tail bone as her hands used his tail to spin him up and over her shoulder and he find himself on the way towards the floor again.

Snarling, Seamus felt his forearms, wrists, and fingers snap into a straight path and suddenly yelped as searing pain heralded the six-inch claws slammed into position and stopped him with a jerk before his hands hit the floor. He heard a sharp ting and saw something small and white spin from one claw tip, skittering across the floor before he felt the air currents and dove to the left, trying to get space before feeling his tail get yanked backward again.

Seamus whipped his hand out desperately trying to catch hold of air as he flew sideways, hearing a hiss as he did so.

Seamus whipped his wings around blindly and felt them hit something, feeling his tail go free and he snapped his wings wide, regaining his footing just in time to need to leap over the tail going for his knees. He stumbled as he landed, turned around swiftly with his hands up defensively and blinked when he saw Sireah thirty feet away, still standing by the bed.

Sireah was whipping her head around, looking for him. Her eyes flashed over his position and kept going.

Seamus frowned in confusion and Sireah whipped her eyes back and locked onto him, then made a jump two feet into the air and flapped her wings hard, driving toward him.

Seamus looked around quickly, saw a stone column five feet away, leaped up, hoping to use his claws and wings to help get to the small two-foot-square column header thirty feet in the air, but found himself landing hard and stumbling as he landed on the top, no wings or climbing required. Thanking God, and Na, for her donated Miz DNA, he looked over to where Sireah was still flying at the spot on the floor he'd been standing, and he frowned as her tail whipped forward and stabbed at empty air.

Sireah landed and spun swiftly. She stopped moving and stilled, her head swiveling slowly, her eyes searching, her wings wide and her breath coming easy and calm, not winded at all.

Wish I could say the same. Seamus made a small movement to fix his precarious perch, trying to control his breathing, and Sireah whipped her head up and stared at his position, narrowed her eyes, and he watched her concentrate. She moved her head to the left and right, then saw her eyes widen as she realized something, just before she crouched, preparing to jump.

Seamus growled in frustration and dropped down the side of the column, arresting his momentum with a sharp stab from his claws into the side of the column just in time to watch Sireah fly over top of him, still moving her head side to side swiftly.

Sireah had just snapped her wings out and started to drop, her lower body pivoting forward as the wings acted as an air brake when Seamus whipped his tail up and caught her now visible left butt cheek with his stinger and Sireah yelped. Sireah flapped her wings hard and flew toward the column, missed her landing, and slammed into it hard, just below the top.

Seamus saw a section of the column indent and heard a click, then heard soft rumbling from the floor below. He ignored the rumble, focusing on the naked woman above him, who was holding onto the column, looking down at him, her eyes swimming with pain...before filling with desire and intense need. Still, Sireah was focused on him, moving her head side to side, just an inch one way, then back the other way.

Seamus sighed in relief, just in time to get whacked in the head with a wing as Sireah dropped from her position above him, knocking him from his perch and they both fell eight feet to the ground.

"Ouch." Seamus groaned before ducking another swipe of claws, then was brought up short as Sireah leaped on him and kissed him on the mouth.

A second later, Seamus was diving away from a wing strike at his head, and he attempted to use his wings to brace against the floor, but felt feathers bend awkwardly instead and he fell over backwards. "Ow." Subconsciously, he flexed that part of his wing and felt the feathers complain bitterly, much like when he sometimes overstretched his fingers backwards. He rubbed at his head, shaking away the stars he was seeing. At least the feathers make for a soft cushion.

Seamus groaned in surprised pleasure as a mouth was suddenly down there, enveloping him with exquisite skill, a tongue skillfully coaxing him to forget what he was supposed to be doing.

Growling, and barely keeping his wits about him, Seamus grabbed Sireah's hair and pulled her head off of him, rolled them both over, and sat up, parking his butt on her chest, feeling her shift suddenly to move her wings before the movement finished. Seamus could feel his breath coming in great gasps now, and he groaned as he felt stinging pain along his right ribs. Looking down, a four-inch long, 1/8"-deep cut was visible. He winced, not even remembering when he got it.

Then Seamus found himself with his back on the ground, Sireah now sitting astride his chest, and he wondered how she'd managed to flip him that fast. He knew the move. He'd practiced it in jujitsu...once. But hers was effortless. He grinned, looking up at her, admiringly.

Sireah's eyes were flooded with desire as she started to shift her body to a position she could kiss him in. "Hehhhhmm" left her mouth, as she suddenly swayed, a red flush blooming and her eyes closed.

Seamus took the moment to swing his legs up, wrapping them awkwardly around her lower torso from behind and he suddenly smirked as the move had slid him further under her legs, nearly folding him in half. He lifted his head up, and licked at the sensitive spot between her legs.

Sireah went rigid and screamed in delight.

Seamus felt the air currents move again and he moved his left leg to avoid her tail strike and saw Sireah go rigid again.

"Ohhhh...Master. Good...move." Sireah gasped out.

Already nearly out from between her legs, Seamus used his wings and tail to brace himself as he finished extricating himself from beneath the madly trembling Sireah. Groaning, he stood up, threaded his fingers in Sireah's hair at the scalp, and looked around, tracking the source of the rumble from the floor.

Finally finding the source, Seamus laughed. Wooden stocks. Perfect. He walked the twenty feet over to them, pulling Sireah backwards, her fingers scrabbling on the floor as he did so, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

Seamus held her hair carefully with one hand, dodging the occasional, increasingly ineffectual tail strikes, as he undid the latches of the stocks. He carefully pulled Sireah up to the stocks and put her neck in the larger, middle hole. He carefully slipped the padded metal clamp over her neck and slipped the small latch in place. He grabbed the wildly grasping left hand and put it in the small hole to the left, then the same with the right. After, he slid the heavy wooden block on top and locked it, sliding the key out of the lock and dropping it in the box at his feet.

Seamus crouched down, opened a small box next to the stocks and laughed. He pulled out a ring gag from the variety of gags he found there, and inserted it into Sireah's mouth.

Lining himself up, Seamus groaned as he felt his tip slip past the ring and slide along her tongue. He got to the back of her throat and pausing for a moment, he looked at her hand, and pushed forward. The hand stayed steady, so he pushed the rest of the way forward. Still steady. He drew himself back, and then proceeded to pleasure himself with her mouth.

Nearly lost in the haze, Seamus laughed as he barely managed to grab the tail whipping in at his chest, placed it on top of the stocks over her left hand where another padded metal strap was located, and slid the pin in place, locked it down.

Groaning ten minutes later, Seamus finished stage one of the marital rites, and stepped back, then leaned forward and kissed Sireah on the forehead. He looked into her eyes, still bright and heavy with desire. He whispered into her ear: "Je t'aime, ma belle esclave. Bonne fille."

Seamus walked around behind her, Sireah's wings fluttering, straining towards him. He caressed a few feathers as he passed, lined himself up behind her, and smiled as he heard Sireah replied rather unintelligibly. "I love you too."

Seamus kind of wanted to skip this part, not because it wasn't pleasurable, and he groaned as the very tight pressure squeezed intensely, it was just that when he was marrying someone, this wasn't exactly one of the first things he thought of doing.

Clearing his mind as best he could of the weirdness, Seamus continued his slow, careful movements, listening as Sireah's voice grew ever more desperate until he finished again. He leaned over before withdrawing, and carefully kissed her tail, causing Sireah to giggle and lurch in the stocks. Seamus smiled and blew gently on her tail and jerked his head back when the tail flinched upward, nearly smacking him in the nose.

With another prayer of thanks for the wonderful woman who had agreed to be his, Seamus chuckled, withdrew, accepted the cleansing wipe from the guard in the French maid outfit, cleaned himself, and caressed Sireah's right butt.

Seamus closed his eyes, suddenly worried, and breathed in and out.

You're fine, love. Alice's voice filled his head.

But...Seamus started to reply back.

I'm fine. It's okay. I like her too. She's family now. Even if it's fast, and weird how fast, she's family now. Alice's voice was tender.

Seamus nodded. Prayed this was what God wanted. And once again thanking God he didn't have a refractory period anymore, and starting to think he should start looking for a perk giving him the 'Rug-Burn Begone' alteration, slid for the third time in an hour into another love of his life, another woman that he marveled that his wife somehow had let go of her jealousy of.

Oh no. I'm still jealous. Just...more family to love. Alice chided.

Seamus smiled, verbally answered and gave his new wife permission to enjoy the ceremony as he proceeded to make both of their cells sing, his wings letting him know just how much Sireah was enjoying this. Tears pricked his eyes at the beauty of it all. It was easier to stay here and now, this time. At the last moment, he slid his tail into position, and drove it forward, gasping at the sudden pressure and feeling the ripples as they both cried out in ecstasy.

"Hanh ou, Ahsher." Sireah said, her voice finally sounding somewhat recognizable again, her voice steady.

Smiling, Seamus bent over her and kissed her back between her wings.

Sireah giggled, and tried to push back into him again but the stocks were quite sturdy.

Seamus laughed, and swatted her gently on the back.

Sireah settled down with a disappointed sound.

Seamus smiled and rested his head on her back until he heard soft rumbling from under Sireah, and footsteps approaching from the right, so he looked over to the side where a guard was approaching with a blanket.

Seamus stood up, stepped back, and looking between Sireah's spread legs saw the source of the rumbling was a padded bench rising from the floor underneath Sireah, with two posts already in place at the far left and right with rings to lock her feet to. Frowning harder, he turned back to the guard who bowed and the guard said: "The Consort Captain would love being locked up for you to admire tonight, Your Majesty."

Narrowing his eyes, snickering and wondering how many terms his guards had for his wives, Seamus then sighed and nodded. "She would indeed. Although if she wants to be admired, doesn't that blanket defeat the purpose?"

The guard, paused, smiled, nodded and stopped walking, waiting patiently next to Sireah.

Seamus walked around in front of Sireah, who was now supported by the bench, and undid her gag. He looked into her eyes and Sireah smiled back. "I don't even need to ask, do I?" He leaned forward and whispered into her ear: "Ma belle esclave volontaire."

Sireah shook her head, her eyes gleaming joyfully.

Seamus nodded in acceptance. Kissed her again. Stood up. "She's going to be my statue tonight. No blanket."

The guard bowed, backed away, turned, stood up, and retreated with the blanket.

Seamus turned and walked back to the bed.

Sighing tiredly, Seamus sat down with a soft thud. Seamus smiled, looking back at Sireah standing there. What is it with my wives choosing uncomfortable positions to sleep in? He thought.

Because they want to please you dear. May we come in? Alice thought at him.

Yes, of course. Seamus thought back. His stomach choosing then to rumble loudly. Good timing.

The door opened and Alice walked in slowly, balancing carefully on her heels, followed swiftly by Hanae. Hanae was carefully carrying a food tray, but paused at the threshold, and started swiftly crawling on her knees, balancing the tray with both hands.

Seamus motioned to the guard in the French maid uniform now standing by the armoire, who swiftly crossed over to Hanae and attempted to take the tray from Hanae but backed away at a glare from Hanae. Stopping, she bowed and waited.

After her glare, Hanae froze, relaxed, bowed and then carefully held the tray up, accepted the guard's assistance, and then stiffly started crawling on all fours to Seamus.

Seamus sighed at the tenseness in Hanae's tail, caught the guards attention again, and motioned to Hanae again.

The guard bowed again, slowed, turned, and stepped back to Hanae's side, who paused, returned to her kneeling position, accepted the tray back with a slight bow to the guard, a deeper bow to Seamus, and continued her knee-walk to him again.

Seamus smirked, and turned to share his thoughts with Alice, and immediately frowned as he saw her wince as she stepped up the first step onto the dais. Knowing she'd be annoyed if he implied she needed his help, Seamus instead stood, crossed to her, bent over, and crouching, lifted a shrieking Alice over his shoulder and brought her over to the side of the bed.

Seamus carefully set her down on her heels, turned her around, and looked at her butt cheeks. And hissed.

Alice's butt cheeks were a deep, dark red, across both of them, all the way up and down, the red criss crossing onto the upper thighs, lesser red between the legs, and a few spots were extremely hot to the touch.

"Al-l-l-i-i-i-c-c-c-ce!" Seamus ground out, annoyed.

"I took the punishment, dear." Alice said, her hand on the bed, her voice tight.

"I also told you to use Orange when you needed it!" Seamus snapped.

"I didn't need it!" Alice said, turning around, moving her butt away from his questioning fingers, and jumped back on the bed and then froze, her body clenching in a full muscular seize. "Ahhhhh!"

"Alice!" Seamus cried out.

"I'm fine dear!" Alice gasped. Then gingerly turned and lay down on the bed. Stubbornly on her back. She lifted her butt gently off the bed, settled her angle, and hissed as she lay back down. She bit her lower lip and winced.

"Lie on your side." Seamus ordered.

Alice hesitated.

"Now." Seamus barked.

Alice huffed. But gingerly rolled onto her side and slowly her body relaxed.

"How many?" Seamus asked, watching her face.

"Not many, dear." Alice replied.

Seamus grimaced. "A number."

"...A little over...a hundred." Alice replied. She slid a perfectly coifed hair down in place around her ear.

"What's a little over a hundred?" Seamus asked, glaring.

Alice shrank back at his tone, sighed. "Not many. Only about..." Very quietly Alice said: "One hundred over..."

Seamus continued glaring.

"Times two..." Alice huffed.

Seamus quirked an eyebrow.

"...point five."Alice finished.

Seamus groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. 350. Grrrr. "Lotion!" His voice snapped out.

I know, dear. I counted them as I felt them... Alice smirked at him, then flinched at his annoyed glare. I'm sorry, dear. I promise. Next time...

Stop. Don't make promises unless you intend on the app enforcing them. Seamus shot back.

Alice looked at him steadily. I promise to follow your orders, to the letter.

Seamus groaned. Are you trying to get further under my control?

Yes. Alice replied simply. Haven't you figured that out yet?

"Your Majesty, please eat. I'll apply it." The voice of the guard in the French maid outfit said quietly from beside him.

About to decline and apply it himself, Seamus heard his stomach growl again and sighing, he nodded. He turned, sat down at Alice's feet, and smiled as Hanae carefully set the tray of food next to him and blushing, turned sideways, sidled up against his legs, carefully flattened her back, and ducked her head down.

Carefully avoiding laughing, Seamus gently picked up the food tray and set it on Hanae's back, watching her carefully. A blush filled her cheeks, but she didn't move.

Seamus picked up the fork and carefully started eating his dinner, listening to one wife groan as the lotion was rubbed in, the creaking of wood and leather as another wife shifted in her stocks, and the gentle breathing of a third as he ate his dinner off her back. Lord, you do have a sense of humor.

Alice snorted.