They go to dinner

Seamus was halfway down the stairs, Elaln before him, Lal behind him, when he felt more than heard Sireah land on the step behind Lal. Seamus knew Lal had flattened against the wall to let Sireah pass along the narrow, curved staircase, even though both were incredibly quiet. Seamus felt his brow furrow. It was strange...all he had to do was think, briefly, and he knew precisely where she was, and what she was thinking.

Even just the thought of curiosity of what Lal was thinking about brought her thoughts to mind: 'Six steps back, one step to the right, sword can clear, sight line to Master...His Majesty clear. Stop it Lal, His Majesty doesn't like being reminded of being your Master of thought and form. Must not think of him as Master, he might be listening. Oops. Sorry Mas...Your Majesty. Right, Lal, he's really listening to your thoughts right now. Well, I do keep thinking this on repeat...so Mast...His Majesty might listen at least in maybe at least once in a day.'

Seamus was about to yank his thoughts away from hers when he caught one final thought from Lal. 'Sireah is so lucky. First she gets the posting of Acting Captain of the Guard and gets to stay near him, and now it seems, she actually gets to call him Master to his face...well, she hasn't actually seemed to have said the word...yet.' Seamus felt a deep sigh run through her mind. And he prayed for guidance. Because now, he had no idea how to handle this. He knew Nazps-Odo had indicated something like this, but he also didn't know whether this was caused by the mechanics of the necromancy...or if she had always felt this way. He didn't even know if he could honestly ask her. He didn't know if he wanted to ask her. He didn't like her the way he liked Sireah. But now that he knew...and was responsible for her anyway, he might have to bring it up. Seamus now sighed.

The thoughts from Lal were so strong they blasted into his thoughts like a tornado, 'What's wrong? Master...His Majesty seems depressed. He was happy. Was it me? Oh no, Master was listening to my thoughts. Foolish girl, why did you make Master depressed? Find some way to make Master happy again. Foolish girl, it might not be you. Master might be thinking of all the things that have been stressing Master out. Master might not even be sparing Foolish Girl a thought at all. Now Foolish Girl is depressed. Foolish Girl! Master is depressed. Pay attention to what Master needs. Make Master happy. What does Master like...Master likes naked women.'

Seamus felt Lal roll her eyes and he nearly stumbled on the steps, his arm caught by Sireah before his toe had finished the process of tripping him. "Lal?"

"Yes, Maa.. Your Majesty?" Lal replied.

"You don't need to strip to make me happy. You aren't a foolish girl. You are a beautiful woman. I'm sorry this happened. I should ha..." Seamus was interrupted by Sireah.

"Your Majesty...please don't finish that statement. You are not at fault. We guard you. That is our job. It is a job we are happy to do. Lal did it willingly. The fact that she is back fills me with joy, even with the distaste regarding the magic used. Lal saved my life. I owe her a debt." Sireah took the last step down the winding staircase and preceded Seamus through the heavy oak and wrought iron door. Looking around, she stepped to the right side, Elaln on the left.

Seamus walked between them, Lal taking up the rear.

Seamus could feel Lal was frustrated. He avoided even thinking of wanting to listen in to her thoughts. "Lal. I ordered you to behave as you were. I'm praying that order actually worked, and I'm going to trust it did. Is the term you want to call me because of the necromancy or what you wanted before?"

Lal's feeling changed in a heartbeat. Then crumpled. "The necromancy...Your Majesty. I would probably have desired to before I died, but not just because of you."

Seamus nodded as they walked. "I know my guard was selected for specific...proclivities. I take it you are very much a submissive at heart?"

Lal curtsied, a feat made impressive in that she didn't even pause while walking to do it. "Yes, Your Majesty. But...my desires ran a little more extreme than most."

Seamus felt his heart quicken a little. "You mean...total power exchange level submissive?"

Lal curtsied again. "Yes, Your Majesty."

Seamus groaned. Of all the bloody guards to have been shot and returned from the dead... "You realize I am unlikely to act upon anything for quite some time, even if I get to know you a lot better than we already do?" He said gently.

They walked through the doorway into an elaborate dining hall. Seamus stopped short in the doorway.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Lal's voice was steady, even if the words were slow to arrive. "Your Majesty, doorways are not good spots to stop."

"What? Oh." Seamus took a step forward again and apologized. "Sorry."

"No apologies necessary, Your Majesty." Lal replied.

Seamus looked down the 100' long table, the 6" slab of wood intricately carved top and sides. Taking a closer look, Seamus blushed. It was filled with scenes that might have made the authors of the Kama Sutra pause before putting them to paper. Seamus shook his head, but kept walking. Looking down the many chairs, each of which were also intricately carved, but some with trees...engaging in tree sex...and some of waves of water...also having sex with other waves of water. Seamus decided the only thing to do was chuckle.

"I thought you'd like it." Alice said, sidling up to him and kissing his cheek. "It took a while of looking through the options, but I thought this would be great fun to eat at."

Seamus smirked. "You chose this?"

"Mmhmm. And the chairs have interesting features...that you can choose to activate." Alice kissed him again and swayed regally toward her seat, just to the right of the head of the table.

Vavnagal bowed, standing by the seat just to the left of the head of the table. "Husband."

"Wife." Seamus smiled, stopping and giving her a kiss before continuing to the far too ornate chair...no...throne that he was examining, trying to figure out just how he was going to move it.

Two guards stepped forward from their positions by the wall and pulled the chair back from the table, lifting it just off the floor, and held it there steadily.

Seamus stepped forward in front of the chair and and paused. Under the table was another guard, naked, on all fours, her wings spread flat against the bottom of the table, reaching for his shoes. Numbly he stood there a moment, no one moving, Alice smirking behind a hand in front of her face.

Finally, remembering his promise to try to treat this as normal, he sighed, looking at his wives who weren't moving to sit, sighed again and finally sat down on his throne.

The guards waited to move his throne forward while the guard under the table first lifted his left foot and removed his left shoe, left sock, then placed it on her shoulder and repeated the process with his right side, setting the shoes and socks to the side. She finished lifted his legs up over her shoulders as the two guards holding his throne walked it back towards the table, and set it down gently, his knees now on the kneeling guards shoulders, her head in between his thighs.

Seamus glanced at Lal, standing guard along the wall to his left. She seemed to have relaxed a bit after their conversation, and smiled at him. 'That's progress, hopefully.' He looked down at the locks of golden hair between his thighs and wondered what the world had come to.

Suddenly, Seamus tensed as he felt a pair of hands starting massaging his left foot, and another pair then began massaging his right foot. Startled, Seamus nearly jerked his feet back, only keeping himself from kicking both of them in the face because he swiftly realized the odd sensation he was feeling between his toes were their tongues. He barely kept himself from shuddering in revulsion at the thought...not normally his cup of tea...but it only took a few seconds before their combined efforts was making him close his eyes and start moaning lightly. 'Wow that feels good!'

Hearing both Alice and Vavnagal finally sit down, Seamus cleared his throat and would have sat upright if he hadn't already been doing so. Seamus pointed to the empty chair next to Alice and glanced pointedly at Sireah, who bowed and acquiesced. "Where is everyone else?" Sireah settled into her chair, slipping her sword sheath and tail through the large opening in the back of the chair, and parted her wings around the high middle of the back.

Alice smiled serenely. "Waiting in the wings. Vavnagal and I wanted to see your expression regarding your dinner table relaxation squad by ourselves before we invited everyone else in."

Glaring at her without any heat...partially because most of his residual stress was melting swiftly away by the...what was that? He wanted to look under the table, but felt like it would be undignified. He could feel soft tissue on both sides of his fe...ah. Now he got it. He wondered at just how they could be sucking on his toes while using their breasts on sides of his feet, but was swiftly distracted from logistical wondering.

Hands working their way up his pants legs made his calves feel like heaven, skillfully applying pressure in just the right places. "Well, invite them in!" Seamus felt hands tugging at his belt and he rolled his eyes. "No oral sex by anyone not my wife...wives..." He said sharply.

"Of course, Your Majesty." Said the succubus under the table. "Is it permissible to use my hands?"

Seamus closed his eyes to soft snorts of laughter from Alice. He sighed. "I'll leave that up to a vote among my wives."

Opening his eyes, Seamus saw multiple grins full of mirth and heads bobbing in nods from the people already at the table. The same vote was seen in the faces of Na and Nazps-Odo that were walking in, although Nazps-Odo gave a shrug and mildly bemused look. Ailis and Sarah were walking in behind them, and both paused, confusion flashing on their face at hearing vote and nothing else, but both shrugged and nodded.

'Figures'. Seamus thought. "Majority says yes." He felt the hands begin pulling his pants down and so he obligingly lifted his butt off the throne, pushing down on the arms of the chair to do so.

Seamus felt the hands at his calves pull and his pants disappeared swiftly under the table. Barely a second later, he felt hands slid up under his boxers and he advised them under the table: "One moment please." He looked back at the throne guards and said: "If you wouldn't mind pulling me back so I can stand up for Na and Nazps-Odo."

Seeing the cheerleading team and their coaches walking in just a moment later, Seamus amended his statement: "And everyone else." Seamus thought a moment about extending the vote to everyone else...but he hadn't yet talked to each of them individually regarding his feelings about sex and marriage and felt that discussion would be critical to do first in private. Seamus sighed. He used to think his bed was gigantic...

Seamus felt his ankles slide up a bare back, feathers tickling his legs as they did so. Clearing the shoulders, he put his feet down and felt upper arms underneath his feet and nearly fell off the narrow ledge but two hands steadied his calves as he stood and waited for everyone to finish sitting down. Moments later, he was back to his former position and calling for a second pause from the table guards.

"Dear Lord, we give you thanks for this food that we are about to eat, and give thanks for your protection and pray for the continued protection of our growing family, near, and far. Amen." A chorus of amens later, and Seamus picked up the crystal goblet of red liquid and held it up to everyone at the table. "L'chaim." He sipped the liquid, pleasantly discovering it to be port, and then tucked in to the very creamy mashed potatoes and medium rare t-bone steak.

"Ahhh." Seamus sighed contentedly, chewing thoughtfully at a small bite of steak. "So good." He felt the hands slide back up his thighs and under his boxers and he chuckled ruefully. But went back to eating. The hands on his calves were still just as amazing as ever. He asked idly, "How did y'all learn to do that so well?"

The head with golden locks between his thighs placed her cheek on his thigh and blew softly under his boxers before she replied: "We are Tenders of the Velvet Midnight, Your Majesty."

Pausing in taking a bite, Seamus asked: "What in the what now?"

Soft chuckles in response as she ran a finger from the tip down to the base and then cradled him carefully with one hand while the other encircled the base and began stroking. "We are a branch of your logistics and supply branch focused on ensuring the relaxation of sources of Erogen." Her face inches away, she blew gently across the tip. "Our skills lie in removing stress from the body."

Clearing his throat, Seamus had to question at least a little of that because he was certainly straining to keep his composure... 'ha. Modulus of Elasticity...' he thought. He refocused on eating.

A few minutes later, the guard wearing a French Maid uniform walked in, carrying two platters, piled high with sashimi. Seamus sat back a little then winced as he pinched his wings uncomfortable. Sighing and feeling stuffed, Seamus didn't think he could eat another bite...until he caught a whiff of the plate being set before him and then it was all he could do to keep himself from burying his head in the mound of fish and inhaling it. Hadn't he just eaten a massive amount of fish not two hours before, he groused.

At the look on his face, Na spoke up, a morsel from her own plate of sashimi held delicately between two small claws: "Delaying the satiation only increases the need, my liege."

Seamus stared at Na's pawhand. She had quarter inch long claws now...and her fingers were curled. But her claws were bone white, not the black with silver specks they had been. Wait...the long claws had a tip shaped almost identically to these, but these seemed...different. "Na?" Seamus forced himself not to shift in his chair as a wave of pleasure passed through him.

Na paused, glaring briefly at the fish that had nearly entered her mouth. "Yes, my liege?"

"I can wait. I'll ask later." Seamus didn't need to know immediately. He cleared his throat and gave in, shifting slightly, the rhythmic tugging continuing to distract him.

Setting the fish down forlornly, Na looked over. "Ask. And I will answer, my liege."

Sighing, wishing he'd kept his mouth shut, Seamus asked: "Your claws...earlier they were black. Now they are white, and smaller. Why?"

Na looked around the table for a brief moment before jerking slightly and hissing. "The long claws come out of forearm sheaths. They are made of the same material as my skeleton, my liege. These claws are my finger-sheath claws and form the tip of my long claws." Na looked hungrily at the fish on her plate but kept her paws in her lap.

"Sorry, Na. Please eat." Seamus apologized.

Slashing her hand in a short gesture horizontally, Na inclined her head and returned to sniffing each piece of fish, then delicately rent and ripped pieces from each morsel and swallowed the pieces whole.

Seamus quickly returned to his own plate rather than continue to watch her eat. He closed his eyes and softly groaned as fingertips again returned to a sensitive spot. Opening his eyes again, he resumed his careful approach to avoiding dunking his head in the mound of sashimi, interspersed with occasional pauses to sip his port.

It took far less time than Seamus thought it would to finish off the tall pile of fish. Seamus would have questioned whether Na had told him the truth about it being a demon fish because it tasted exactly like tuna, but given she couldn't lie without getting shocked, he didn't see it as likely.

Freezing a moment, Seamus smiled. He had remembered something...important. Carefully, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention, he reached into his pocket, his non-existent pocket because his pants were somewhere under the table. A disappointed second later he felt a hand leave his calf, a brief pause, and one of the hands stroking his shaft disappeared before dropping a small item in his hand. The hand returned to stroking him and he aimed it at the floor, checked to ensure the batteries still worked, then aimed it at the wall across the dining table from Na.

Seamus wondered how long it would take her to notice, but he blinked and Na was no longer in her chair. He heard crashing from the floor by the wall and looked over to see Na still chasing the laser dot across the length of the wall, twenty feet in the air, madly clawing at it, fabric flying. Seamus looked down to see a pile where the former wall hanging was now failing to endeavor to pretend to be a rolled up carpet. Soon joined by a second wall hanging. Seamus shut off the laser pointer and grimaced. The first wall hanging moved, and Lal crawled out from under it.

Seamus sighed. 'Good one Seamus.' He thought.

Snorts, followed by snickers, followed by outright laughter from Alice. Seamus looked over to see her breasts heaving as she tried to get breath, hands holding her corseted sides as she gasped and wheezed, tears flying down her red face.

"Are you okay, honey?" Seamus asked, concerned.

Nodding, unable to reply, Alice gasped and laughed again. Then giggled, snorted, then looked abashed and winced as port came out of her nose. Then she gasped and jerked, her hands flying behind her to her butt and she blushed, closing her eyes and working hard to regain her breath. But laughed again.

Seamus smiled, failing to hold back a laugh of his own. And it became infectious. Soon the entire table was laughing. Save Nazps-Odo who stared, bemused at the scene. Seamus groaned as the hands became more insistent under the table, his laughter making his control slip...and fail. The succubus under the table reaped the fruits of her hard labor, his seed spilling onto her face and in her hair. After, she gently used her clean hair to wipe all of his seed off of him and the chair. Seamus shook his head ruefully. And then looked over at Na, who was standing there in front of a third pile of wall hangings, her claws snicking in and out.

Seamus winced. Cat-demon...not cat. "Sorry, Na." The laughter petered out around him.

A brief, stiff bow from Na, and one last snick in of her claws, she turned and stalked back to her seat at the table. "It was good hunting practice, my liege." She said. Then she licked her paw and smoothed down a bit of fur on her head. And yawned, the rows of sharp teeth glinting in the candlelight.

Seamus winced and opened his mouth to apologize again.

"My liege, that will be a useful tool for training the kits." Na said as she sat down and resumed eating.

Closing his mouth, Seamus paused, then nodded and replied, "Indeed." Looking around the hall, he added: "Somewhere else."