Diary of a Teenaged Mimic

Dear Diary,

I know I've worried a time or two about loving my ladies right, and how our sex life can sometimes go well past what normal people think of as 'kinky' and straight into shit that would make a cenobite blush. Marie's wedding night, our wedding night, definitely wound up pushing even my boundaries.

I'm not talking about those neopuritan 'all sex is bad', 'gays burn in hell', 'one vee one only', 'missionary for procreation' boundaries I grew up with, either. Honestly, while I get twinges now and then, and still have trouble believing that anybody would not just want me so bad they'd put up with my Just Happening shenanigans, but actively encourage and enjoy them, I've mostly shed that shit like a moth coming out of its cocoon, or like a too small bra getting stripped off at the end of a hard day.

Yeah, I'm talking about some really edgy shit that is, apparently, an unintended consequence of Dionysus' meddling with the Maenads. I mean, I don't really have any moral high ground to look down on him after my instinctive visceral reaction to dipping a few inches of Siobhan's hair into the Maw being 'I promise, I'll save at least one of her feet for a special gustatory occasion'.

But here's the thing; after all's said and done, I didn't eat Siobhan, even though she explicitly Consented to it, and her only complaint was whining about Saffron's whole, 'anticipation until explosion' plan. I'm doing everything my ladies ask of me that Saffron says is safe, and thus far I've enjoyed the fuck out of most of it. The bits we didn't? Look, when you're at the all you can eat buffet, you're gonna find some stuff that's not for you. You don't throw a fit, you just move on and find stuff that is.

Speaking of stuff that is, by some time around midnight Siobhan was a sloppy panting mess who had to be physically held away from the rest of us by one Marie claw around her waist, lest she start dry humping any body part she could wrap her legs around. My beautiful blushing bride was clearly blushing from something entirely different than exertion or shame, obviously contemplating using her new Concubine right there on the dance floor. Funny, sometimes I think Siobhan is Marie's favorite sex partner, because Saffron wants to be in charge and I hesitate about some stuff, but Siobhan is pretty much universally down for any fuckin' thing so long as it's with a girl-type-person.

Speaking of excessively girl type persons, by midnight Saffron had stopped the tonsil hockey, stopped the slow dancing, even fuckin' stopped gyrating in front of all of us.

I grinned at her and said, "tired already?"

She looked up at me, mouth hanging open just a touch, and growled, "can't move too much without... consequences."

My own grin got a little open mouthed and sloppy just hearing the heat in her words. The gremlin in me popped up and said, "so one good brush along your side and everybody gets to see the Imperator's O face?"

She ground her teeth, eyes flashing, as I stepped toward her, one hand out. Marie grabbed my hand midway, looked at Saffron, and begged, "Bedroom?"

Saffron snerked. "I seem to have made a strategic error. I'm not sure how to Translocate us in this state without spoiling it."

I laughed, tipping my head back just to feel the rush, then said, "so, Kitten, it's Bedroom time?"

"As our Wife requested, yes."

"Siobhan?"

"Call me darling?" she pouted.

"No, 'cause I do that right now you're gonna pop," I turned to look her in the eyes. "And popping that particular balloon is your newest Mistress' treat tonight."

"The first among many," panted Saffron.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Just to clarify, I'd shoved well past the 'need it want it gotta have it' into the 'all Rizz active, wreck their virtue until orgasm is a state of being rather than an experience' zone. "Siobhan, gently, so she can't feel it, grab a hank of Saffron's hair." She reached out and laced her fingers through Saffron's curls, closing her grip firmly on them without tugging. "That's enough."

"I wanted to be called a Good Girl," pouted Siobhan. Normally I'd find all the pouting a little much, but we'd done this to her on purpose, and even if she Consented that implied a certain Duty of Care.

"Yeah, no, same reason I'm not calling you by the other thing... Yet."

I'd heard that indrawn breath, seen that tension in her before. So close to the edge, just waiting for permission or a shove to dive over. I raised my voice to be heard across the Yard and hollered, "Thank you all for coming today! We're gonna go home and do that our own selves! G'night!"

I stepped into Marie, shoving her ass onto the Bed, my tentacles wrapping around Siobhan and Saffron's waists, ankles and wrists, holding them still. Okay, they each got pretty firmly planted, Siobhan on the divan, Saffron against the mirror above her. Both of them whimpered, and Saffron panted out, "T... Tabitha. Close."

I snickered. "Is that like 'danger close', in that I'm gonna get hit by flying debris when you explode? I mean, you don't normally squirt or anything like that, but I guess you could do partial or full boy mode and just spray all of us down, like a one woman homage to Peter North. I'm not gonna complain if you do. Pretty sure nobody else will." I turned away from Marie for a moment to grin at her. I briefly considered just rubbing them against each other until they popped like balloons with too much static, but then I remembered I had a bride, a brand spanking new Wife to do. Shit, spanking would probably count as 'really mild foreplay' for my marvelous Maenad.

I turned back to her, stepping close to her, between her outstretched legs, her skirts rustling against my pant legs. "So. Mittens." She smiled. "Marie." Her smile got bigger. "Wife." Her smile crossed that line into radiance, suffused with anticipation. "I'm gonna take that dress off you now."

"How?"

I stopped. "Still haven't decided. Before I do... you want me to do it dressed like this?" She paused, considering, then shook her head. "You want to see me naked?" She nodded. "You want me to do it?" She nodded again. "Hmm... slow or fast?"

Her mouth worked a couple times, then she whimpered out, "fast?"

I pulled my top hat off, and with the motion of flinging it away, banished every bit of my tux. I half turned and raised an eyebrow at Saffron, who ogled my ass like it might go away or something. I pulled her a couple inches away from where she'd begun to writhe against the wall, then banished her tux as well. Then I stared a few moments as her writhing did incredibly distracting things to her breasts.

Siobhan whined out, "what about me?"

I looked at her, chuckling. "You, Concubine, would have a gag in your mouth right now, but I think you'd literally get off on it. Oh, and hearing you be all needy and shit is turning me on way, way more than it could possibly annoy me. You're keeping that habit on until I sort out whether I'm banishing this dress, taking it off carefully, or tearing the wrapping paper off my new toy like a kid with a present." She made confused Siobhan noises until I said, "oh, I am definitely tearing the clothes off someone very soon, I'm just not sure which one of you."

As Siobhan's inarticulate noises when from pouty confusion to eager anticipation, Marie looked up at me and said, "Both?"

I took a deep breath as she shifted, the lace of her dress sliding across my calves, my knees, my lower thighs. "You want that?" She nodded like a bobblehead, and I threaded tentacles through her dress, through the lingerie beneath it. "Want me to leave everything you're wearing nothing but shredded fragments?" Her head practically vibrated up and down, her tongue lolling as she smiled. "Okay, two questions though. Can you fix it?" She got a real shifty face, and I asked, "are you going to fix it?" She shook her head slowly, sensually, and I caught on immediately. "Are you gonna stare at the shredded remains while you masturbate at some point in the future?" She nodded. "A lot of points?" More head nodding. "Maybe even take a few handfuls just to feel the texture of that lace against your nipples, against your clit?" She tilted her head, eyes going wide, like she hadn't thought of that. Then her mouth slipped open and she twitched out a single nod. I leaned forward, letting her feel my tentacles gripping her clothing as I took a handful of her décolletage in each hand, clenching my hands into fists as I did. "Can I watch?"

She blepped, looked at the mirror above her while she considered, then huskily whispered, "Sometimes."

"Yay. Now, second question. Are you gonna come?" She nodded. "From me rending your dress asunder, leaving your beauty exposed for all of us to marvel at?"

"Maybe."

I paused, holding her still by a firm grip on every part of her dress. "Consider this carefully, Wife, because you only get one chance at this. Is that how you want your first orgasm as a married woman to happen?"

She had another moment of wondering self-discovery, and her smile got even wider. "No."

"Just thought of what you want, huh?" She nodded. "Okay then. Don't come from this then."

She blepped at me again, her face mischievous as she said, "Try."

Gently, like handling live explosives, I slid Saffron to one side and Siobhan to the other, never taking my gaze off Marie's. "So you guys can see this. Just in case." Then I turned back to Marie. "Want a countdown?" She considered a moment, then nodded. My words coming out in a husky growl without intending to, I leaned in a little more and asked, "want me to lie about it?"

She considered a moment more, opened her mouth to answer, and I flexed. Yanked. Sundered her dress into hundreds of fragments, ripping her corset straight down through her cleavage like I'd ripped her tee shirt, snapping the cords on her underwear, using the length of my tentacles to rip her long stockings clean off, taking her shoes with them. She lay there, shuddering, balanced on a razor's edge, and I whispered, "isn't she beautiful, ladies?" Her claws raked at the sheets, punching straight through into the mattress as she grit her teeth and swallowed. The smell of her sex filled the room, although I realized a moment later that it might be a little stronger near me, with my tentacles dangling her stockings and panties inches away from my ears.

I wafted them over near Siobhan and Saffron. "Doesn't she even smell beautiful?" Both of them whimpered, and I looked back to Marie, who'd found her balance right on that razor's edge. "Close?"

"Duh."

"So. How do you want your first orgasm as a married woman to happen?"

I watched her, watched her gaze into the mirror and track down and to the side until it rested on Siobhan. "Share."

The Marie translation portion of my Blend was working overtime tonight. "You want your first time to be sharing our delightfully cool Ice Pop with Saffron and I?"

"Yes." she gasped, wobbling along the razor.

"In her habit, to make her take longer, or naked, so we can all see how pretty she is as we use her?" I turned to Siobhan, who practically defined, 'eager puppy' at that point. Shit, she was even panting with her tongue out through her grin. "I'd offer lingerie, but somebody's taken to not wearing any."

Marie's lips curved. "Midnight."

I took a moment to pay attention to my own state of affairs. Close. Ready. Enjoying the ride too much to stop now, though. "I kinda wanna see that dressplosion thing again. You think?" Marie nodded. "You wanna do it, or...?" She froze, then whimpered. "Too close?" She nodded. "Can you see?" I shifted to the side a little, and she nodded, her eyes wide and almost as eager as Siobhan's.

I turned to Siobhan, threading tentacles through her habit, her robes, puling them away from her to prevent too much skin contact. "You ready?"

"Am... am I ever?" she panted out.

"Don't come." She whimpered. "Marie wants the three of us to share that." She closed her eyes, shuddering. "Soon, I promise. Ice. Pop." She bit her lip, hard enough I think she might have drawn blood, and nodded. No countdown, no banter, I pulled her forward as I shredded every bit of clothing on her, slapping the corset and stockings of Glowing Midnight onto her as I yanked her right past me, lowering her within reach of our tightrope walking Murder Mittens.

Marie wrapped her claws around Siobhan's thighs, pulled her up, dragging Siobhan's sex along her belly, over her breasts, and right up to her mouth, where Saffron and I could both see her in the headboard mirror. Her face, mouth going slack and eyes fluttering closed, her whole front down to where Marie stared up at her.

I slipped my thighs around one of Marie's, lifting one of her legs up onto my shoulder, caressing it as I did, sliding up her thigh until we rubbed together. Siobhan leaned backwards as the freefall before the orgasm hit her. Saffron whimpered over my shoulder, so I checked the fit, decided it was perfect, and gently pulled Siobhan backwards until the back of her head rested against Marie's belly. "Remember Penance day?" Siobhan's eyes fluttered open, just far enough, just aware enough that when she licked her lips I knew she knew what I meant. "Show her what you showed me."

I pulled Saffron around, settled her across Siobhan's face, and watched as Saffron's orgasm took her right then, her eyes staring into mine, her mouth dropping open as Siobhan's hands slipped up over her breasts. I took the open invitation of her mouth and kissed her, plunging my tongue down her throat as deep as Siobhan's thrust up into her. I ground my hips against Marie's, each thrust tipping her further off the razor's edge until she thought, Share?

Okay then. I reached around Saffron to fondle her ass, then slipped my hands further to fondle Siobhan's breasts. Her twitching hit another level as her nipples stiffened further. I ran my palms across her nipple tips and thought, Spice? Siobhan's mental voice slurred into incomprehensibility at that point. Marie's tongue, my hands, even the taste, smell, and feel of Saffron bucking her hips against her face as she came shoving our Darling to greater heights of ecstasy.

I slipped a tentacle along the crack of Siobhan's ass, incidentally slipping more around Marie's breasts, ticking all of her nipples. Spice, Darling?

Siobhan's mental vocalizations went completely nonverbal, but Marie growled out, Spice!

Sorry, Darling, the one in the wedding dress is always right! I slipped a tentacle up Siobhan's ass, thrusting in time to my grinding against Marie. Then did the same to Marie for good measure. Okay, not so much 'slipped' as 'rammed' in her case, because she'd reached those long, sharp claws up and dragged them across my nipples. Saffron raked her fingernails down my back, finally driving them into my ass and clutching convulsively as she came. I kinda lost all sense of restraint at that point, thrusting my tongue into Saffron, my tentacles into Marie and Siobhan, my hips against Marie's as her free leg wrapped around me, pulling me in harder with each thrust. I let go of restraint, of control, of my orgasm as I screamed it down Saffron's throat, slammed it against Marie's mound, grabbed at Siobhan and Marie's nipples both to thrust deeper into them, to grind harder against her, and Marie roared her own orgasm into Siobhan so hard my palms quivered with vibration.

I kinda lost track of everything but my whole body twitching for a while. I kinda felt it when one of the others did the same. When I drifted back down to myself, Saffron and Siobhan both lay curled around their bellies, still groaning slightly. Marie ran her claws across her still stiff nipples, smiled at me, and whispered, "Wonderful."

Right about then I noticed Saffron's fingers slipping between her own legs, so I whispered, "hair of the dog?"

Her brain still not spun back up to Saffron speeds, which I had no intention of letting it do for a while, she looked up at me in confusion. That's when I slipped a dozen hair fine tentacles between her and her fingers, pulling her hands away and just as gently, firmly, inexorably slipping them over, around, and into her. "Good Kittens get pets until they purr." She blepped, and I whispered, "let your Attack Dog take care of this for you, Saff."

Her eyes popped open, her body stiffening, and I redoubled my efforts, a few more tentacles going around one breast while I lay my hand on the other and started fondling. Her smile widened and her eyes slipped closed at that.

Meanwhile Siobhan shuddered and whimpered as Marie's claws ran down her back. Not enough to leave damp welts like Saffron had done to me, just enough to tickle, but the whimpers came through anyhow. "Oh. It looks like our poor little Ice Pop is almost entirely melted. We'll have to put her on the divan to rest until she firms up again."

"Stabilize?" she whimpered.

"Oh, no, Darling. Every time we use you up tonight, I'm going to lay you gently on the divan and let you come back to us naturally. Until and unless you don't." She stiffened up a little, absolutely with both fear and desire. "Don't worry, Darling. What's the worst that could happen?" She whimpered again. "If you die, you know I'm going to Revive you when we're done for the night." More whimpering, although FOMO didn't seem to light her fires like fear of death. "When... I mean if that happens, it's not like we can fuck your Soul to death after all. Since this is exactly where you'll go if you die."

That got her. She started panting. "Saffron?"

"Yes, dear?" she murmured as I gently nudged her closer to another orgasm.

"If Darling falls unconscious, please feed everything we're doing directly into her brain while she lays there attempting to rest."

"Oh, yes, dear!" I couldn't tell if her excitement came from the thought of getting to bombard Siobhan with brain pr0n or her rapidly nearing climax. Then the point became moot as she stiffened and shook, and I got another idea and said, "while you're coming, take Siobhan's consciousness away."

Siobhan's eyes popped open at that, her head popping up the tiniest bit until I grabbed her ankles and dragged her to Saffron's waiting, moaning, eager mouth.

I pulled my brand new... okay, very lightly used, like just a test drive to get her into the showroom... wife up into an eyes wide open smiling kiss, enjoying the mix of Siobhan's sex and Marie's mouth as I did. Eyes wide open as I looked into her adoring eyes and adored her right back, at least at first. Then she glanced over to where Siobhan tensed and flopped and moaned, Saffron's arms clamped around her thighs to keep her pinned to pleasuring. I still hadn't stopped with the little tentacles, and I heard an echo of Saffron's pleasure from between Siobhan's legs. I kept things slow and gentle, letting her enjoy a long, slow climax, but she absolutely did the opposite with Siobhan, driving her to the heights of pleasure a second time, then a third, and then Marie and I broke our kiss with a giggle as we watched our Darling collapse, boneless, to the mattress.

Just as I said I would, I lifted her gently and wafted her over to the divan, where I arranged her on her side, arms beneath her head, her face turned so the first thing she saw on waking would be the three of us in the throes of passion.

Sure as fuck my favorite view to wake up to.

"I'll... remember... that..." Saffron gasped out, because I definitely hadn't let her stop. Her face shone slick from Siobhan, and Marie and I both leaned in to lick her face clean while she alternated between giggles and shudders. "Oh... fuck... me..."

We took turns kissing her, then I waved a hand from Marie to Saffron. "After you."

Marie's grin got wider, and she slipped a finger inside Saffron, whose eyes popped wide open, then slid half closed again. "Nice," she panted. Then Marie slipped another finger in, crushing my tentacles against her walls. "That's Tabitha's... K..."

"Share?" Marie whispered.

Saffron shuddered, looked at me, and said, "Attack Dog?"

"Yes, my Imperator?"

"Whatever this delightfully demanding Wife of ours sticks in me, I insist you stick something twice as large in her." By the way Marie's eyes lit up, I knew Saffron had hit pay dirt.

"As you wish." I slipped a host of tentacles in a variety of sizes around behind Marie. Who just grinned wider, moved her tail out of the way, and cocked her hips up for easy access as she slipped her pinky claw into Saffron's ass. "Might get a little tricky getting something exactly twice the size, though."

"Err on the side of..." Saffron gasped as Marie's claws plunged into her up to the second knuckle, a third joining the first two. "tearing this crazy adorable bitch in half."

I shrugged. "Okay." Gremlin me took over as I grabbed Marie's hips with tentacles big enough to hold even her in place, then plunged another set into her. "Yeah, the view's not quite... can't see exactly..." With each word I shifted down until my legs settled around Saffron's face. I lowered myself down, and her teeth closed over me just hard enough to let me know she'd known exactly what I was doing. Then her tongue brushed across me, the vibration of her ongoing climactic moan bringing an answering wave of heat from me.

Marie's claws, all five now inside of Saffron one way or another, plunged into my Kitten over and over, faster, harder, rougher, and I reciprocated by fucking her even faster, even harder, with not a fucking ounce of regard to anything but riding her harder than she rode our tiny tyrant, whose tongue wore away at any restraint I had until I came, Marie's roaring face rising up to meet me, her orgasm echoing down my throat into my lungs. I breathed her in as we all shuddered yet again. Slowly, ever so slowly, the waves of orgasm receded, rising again each time any of us did so much as twitch.

Eventually giggles interspersed themselves in Saffron's moans, and that set the other two of us off. After a few rounds of that, Saffron shoved me off, pulled Marie's hand out of her, and slipped a claw into her mouth, savoring the taste of herself on Marie.

"Hey, that's my favorite flavor!" I protested as she slipped the last finger into her mouth and suckled.

She slipped it out, sucking Marie's fur clean, and frowned. "What you did to Marie earlier looked so fun. Well, what I saw before you had Siobhan take away my ability to think. Marie?"

"Wife?"

Saffron lost a few moments to blushing at that, then looked me in the eye and said, "show this one how it's done." Marie be quick, Marie be sneaky, Marie had me lying on the edge of the bed in no time flat. "No, not that. Not yet." Marie be the tiniest bit pouty, but lifted me and flung me around to lie flat in the middle of the bed, one leg up, the other between her legs, her clit rubbing against mine. "Since you like the flavor so much, though," Saffron lowered herself down over my face. The last thing I saw before I had her thighs acting as impromptu ear protection was Marie leaning in to kiss her. My world narrowed to the taste of my Kitten and Marie rubbing against me, her pace quickening as Saffron rode my face. I'm not sure who came first. I think it was me, but whoever it was set the other two off, and once again we found ourselves stuck in a shuddering round robin of twitches and aftershocks.

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We tried that another couple times, each of us taking a turn in that Gloriously overwhelming bottom position, not to mention the other two. New favorite trio configuration found.

After a while doing that, midway between midnight and dawn, Marie stopped us from another round, grinning as she tapped us both on the crotch and extended a finger suggestively. "Aww. Does Wifey Murder Mittens want cock?" She nodded, grinning. "Dick?" More nodding, grin getting wider. "Penis?" She snorted, almost giggling, then shot me a 'get on with it, I wanna get skewered' kinda look. "Boy cock?" She got a speculative look, and I shapeshifted just enough to acquiesce to the core of her request. "Or girl cock?" She looked down, nodded enthusiastically, then writhed around until she lay on her back with her feet braced against the headboard and her head dangling off the edge of the bed. With a pointed glance at Saffron, she opened her mouth wide, her tongue slipping up to cover her chin. I chuckled, my breath through my nose burning a little as I smelled the funk of our activities and it pushed me to want to feel Marie's vagina squeezing me as I thrust into her. Boy cock, girl cock, both of them just made for rampant horny stupidity. "Looks like you get to be the brave one today."

Saffron, shapeshifted just as much as I was, looked up at me. "How do you know she wants me like that?" Marie's legs curled around me, pulling me to her. "Dammit." She stood, walked to the end of the bed and down the stairs, then lined herself up. "You don't intend to bite me, do you?"

Marie's grin got a big dose of Gremlin right then. "Maybe."

"I swear, if you bite my dick off I'm not sticking it in you again." Marie pouted, and Saffron facepalmed and sighed. "Until I'm fully healed and stupid horny enough to do this again."

Marie squeaked out, "Yay!" and opened her mouth, closed her eyes, grabbed Saffron's hands, and pulled them down to her breasts. Very coincidentally sliding Saffron's tip into her mouth.

"Is this as deep as you want me to go?" Tiny headshake, so as not to dislodge Saffron, who slid incrementally deeper. "Gently?" Another headshake, this one just a tiny bit more vigorous. I saw in Saffron's fluttering eyes the same heat that had captured me, and without thinking about it I mirrored her, taking a grip on Marie's thighs, lifting her just enough, and slipping into her. After panting for a few heavy breaths, Saffron growled out. "Breasts?" Marie lifted one of her massive claws up, spanning both of my Kitten's magnificent mammaries. Her other snaked around Saffron's thighs, clutching at her, groping her. Maybe goosing her a little as she jerked forward, sliding almost all the way into Marie's mouth.

Marie whined a little as we both froze, looking at each other across her. "You want us to fuck you?" I asked.

One whimpering nod, and Saffron, quivering, barely holding herself still, clutching at Marie's breasts, growled out, "you want this to be a contest of which of us can fuck you harder?"

Marie kicked the metaphoric chocks away from our wheels with a roared, YES! piped directly into our brains. I didn't think. I didn't hold back. Some tiny part of me wanted to make sure that my Wifey Murder Mittens enjoyed this, but most of me... most of me just went to town fucking her. I paid absolutely no mind to her legs, her tail, all wrapping around my waist, urging me deeper. She clenched around me, and I drove myself deeper into her. My eyes opened; I hadn't even realized they'd slipped closed.

As the first trickling pulses of my own orgasm clutched at me, I groaned out, "bigger?"

She whined an affirmative, and Saffron's eyes shot open as well, raw animal ferocity coloring her voice when she said, "you want bigger? Fine, I can do bigger."

I swelled inside Marie, shapeshifting until she clutched around me, the first waves of her orgasm pulsing against me as I hammered myself into her just as she'd asked, my lust ramping up as I watched Marie's throat distend as Saffron did the same. The first wave of cum shot out of me, washing around me as it filled her, and Saffron shouted out an agonized, "you bitch! You..." her scream descended into agonized moans of pleasure as Marie's hand locked in place behind her, one claw plunging into Saffron's ass in rhythm with my own frenzied fucking. Marie's throat pulsed as she swallowed in that same rhythm, mercilessly ripping Saffron's orgasm from her. My Kitten's hands slipped from Marie's breasts, and Saffron's eyes rolled back in her head as Marie kept swallowing, kept massaging Saffron's cock with her throat in time with my utterly uncontrolled orgasmic thrusts.

Eventually, when I settled, Marie slipped her hands away from Saffron, who stumbled backward and only avoided landing on Siobhan because Ice Pop, who had woken up while we spit roast our Wifiest of Wifeys, pulled herself out of the way. I chuckled and said, "Yeah, I think I liked the other way better. Less aftershocks this way."

"Aftershocks?" Saffron whined. "Aftershocks? Aftershocks!" She grabbed Siobhan by the hair, holding her back from putting her head in Saffron's lap. "She bit me!"

Marie let out an absolute Muttley snicker and growled out, "Marked."

"Marked?" Saffron choked out, shifting back to full girl mode and looking down. "Marked? I have a clitoral hood piercing now!"

Marie just chuckled again, nodding upside down as she licked her lips. "Marked."

Siobhan leaned in. "I'll make it all better." By her pose, she fully intended to deliver said Healing with her lips.

At that point Marie growled out, "Concubine..."

Siobhan looked up, impatience in her eyes. "I can Heal without removing piercings, you big furry Mistress you."

Marie started purring, her tail rubbing across my back, and let out a final satisfied, "Marked."

Before Saffron could say anything, as I slipped out of Marie and back to fully my own shape, I said, "you did look like you kinda enjoyed it, Kitten."

"I DIDN'T... Not... Enjoy it," she wound up muttering. "It startled me. And it hurt."

"Spice?" asked Marie.

At that point Saffron laughed, then hissed a little bit as Siobhan used her moment of inattention to deliver that Healing she'd been holding on to. "Sorry, Mistress," she said when she came up for air. Weirdest thing, she really did sound sorry.

Saffron, her hand still twined through Siobhan's hair, pulled her up and kissed her while Marie and I lounged there, watching. After a bit Saffron pulled her away and said, "you're fine, and more than fine, Darling. Mmm... Darling mouth and Wife mouth and the faintest tang of salt."

"You know some people don't like all those tastes?" I asked.

"Some people are uncultured," Saffron snapped back, then spread her legs and looked at her own lap. Then she stood and looked at herself in the mirror, fingers pushing herself around as a tiny smile grew across her lips. She turned, flopped back onto the divan next to Siobhan, and frowned at Marie. "You will buy me jewelry for this."

Marie reached for Saffron, waving her closer. "Come."

Saffron snorted. "Just did that. Very intensely." She still stood and took the few steps until Marie caught her by the thighs. "I'm a little surprised I didn't hurt your throat. I was... a bit... I lost control."

"Yes." Marie purred out, sliding the drawer beneath her head open. "Tasty." She added as she pulled something from the drawer. "Passionate." She continued as she pulled Saffron closer, then slipped a two-pronged hoop through the two little silts in Saffron's hood, a silvery ring slipping around her clit. "Perfect." She blepped, then pulled Saffron close and kissed her new ring.

When she let Saffron step back, my Kitten looked down and said, "that looks like... is it?"

Marie reached out, took Saffron's hand, and gently lay her fingers on the ring. A moment later a quiet buzz filled the room, and Saffron shuddered. "Oh... Oh, lovely Maenad. I forgive you for startling me. Forgive my lack of absolute trust in you?"

"Wife." Purred Marie, gently nudging Saffron back to the divan, where she plonked her bodacious butt down next to Siobhan and snuggled her close.

At that point a terrible, dark, fey grin stretched Saffron's lips. "Speaking of marking..." She pointed at Marie. "Across the end of the bed, now." Marie twisted away from me, lying across the foot of the bed, one leg up to brace her foot against the ceiling. Saffron frowned, and Marie pulled her own leg back, looking at me expectantly. Saffron shook her head. "Not yet... Wife."

Marie's incipient pout evaporated at that one word, and she flopped her leg down flat.

"Tabitha, come here."

Not wanting to disturb my Mittens, I rolled to stand in front of Saffron, smirking at her. "Sure. I'm always down for that. Mouth? Scissor? Hands? Ooh, tell me it's hands?"

Saffron's grin got even eviler. She pushed me back with one hand, then turned that hand palm up. One of my sword staves dropped into it. "Hands, yes. Mine, no."

I swallowed, suddenly aware of what she and Marie expected of me. "It's safe?"

"As safe as it can be."

"That's not super reassuring. How safe?"

Saffron rolled her eyes while Marie whined. "Safe enough that if you hurry, I fully expect you'll be, as promised, filling her with kittens shortly after sunrise."

The word 'promise' reminded me that wasn't the only thing I'd promised. I took a deep breath and checked the sun. Maybe fifteen minutes until the sun rose. "Shit!" I turned to Marie. "I, uh, don't have lots and lots of time to work." I slipped my sword staff in two, then put one half to the side. "Will one cut do?" She shook her head. "How many?" She frowned at me. I closed my eyes, sighed, then stared into my wife's eyes. "You want more than that." She nodded confirmation. I nodded back. "Where? Quick, quick, time is wasting. I promised my tiger Wifey she'd have kittens in her by the end of Saturday, but I draw the line at impregnating corpses. Even if they'll come back to life on Sunday."

Marie blepped, laughing, as Saffron muttered, "wouldn't work like that anyhow."

Before I could say anything else to Marie, she said, "Ankles. Knees. Hips. Wrists. Elbows. Shoulders. Neck."

I blew a deep breath through my nose, then picked up the other half of my sword staff. I slid the flat of it's blade under her ankle and looked at her. "Chop or slice?"

Her eyes popped at that, and she only thought for a moment before saying, "Alternate."

I checked the sun. Minutes ticking away second by second. I brought my other blade around, blade chopping right through Marie's ankle. Blood splattered across the sheets, covering both blades. A growling, panting, proto roar leaked out of her. "Shit, I hurt you!"

"NO!" She growled out, and when I glanced at her face, that was not a face that showed anything other than a desire for more of what she'd just had.

"You... enjoy this?" She nodded, as if she didn't trust herself not to yell at me. I turned back to her other ankle, switching blades and running the edge along her ankle while pressing down, the way I'd seen her do with countless cuts of meat over the past few weeks. Even more blood gushed out across the sheets, across my arms. A hissing roar leaked out of her, and I glanced up to see her eyes rolling as she shuddered. "Uh, I kinda need to hurry."

She looked at me, tongue lolling, and panted out, "Faster!"

I stopped thinking. Slice and chop, chop and slice, blood covered my arms, my belly, my thighs. My perception narrowed to the joint in front of me and the increasing urgency and passion in Marie's hisses and roars. Finally she lay there, limbless, so obviously on edge I couldn't deny it, while I stood there with blood dripping down my back, for fuck's sake. Less than a minute left. I slipped one blade behind her neck, lay the other against her throat. "See you at sunrise... Wife."

"Kiss?" I bent forward, lay my lips against hers, and sawed down through her neck. Her lips writhed against mine, the most passionate lips only kiss she'd ever given me. Her tongue had gone still the moment I decapitated her. Her lips went still, and I pulled back to look at what I'd done.

The faintest edges of horror teased at me as Saffron said, "I'd put those away, love."

I dropped them, disappearing them to wherever our clothes went when we banished them.

The sun rose. My breath caught as the glow I'd seen before didn't materialize. I opened my mouth, although whether to wail, to cry, to curse at Saffron or scream Marie's name I'm not sure, because I stopped breathing as the center of her belly blackened, the circle spreading outward as fast as the glow had, leaving pure white unbloodied fur behind it. Her limbs and even her head disintegrated as the circle spread, leaving new limbs behind them.

Limbs with thick, black rings along each of the cuts I'd made.

Then with a final, echoing, orgasmic roar, she pounced on me, tackle glomping me into the wall, her mouth devouring mine, her tongue plunging into me like she wanted to taste test my intestines or some shit. Honestly at that point I think I would have let her, and I was doing my best to force my own tongue into her as much as hers was in me. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I shoved her backwards onto the edge of the bed. I slid one leg up as her eyes popped wide open, grinding our hips together in the same way we'd done so many times before tonight. I slipped her leg down flat on the mattress, and she just grinned at me, her hands urging me against her.

Lingering fury over her death mingled with burgeoning lust, and I growled out, "You like this?" Tongue blep. "You want more?" Head nod. "Harder?" Nod, nod. "You want me to rip your fuckin' leg off as you come?"

A long, growling whine vibrated both of us where I pressed against her, and she gasped out, "Please, Love."

I reared back, whipping my leg around to step on her ankle, hold it flat against the mattress. My arms went around her neck, her shoulders, and I rode her like that until a rumbling orgasmic roar started in her belly. "Fine." I yanked her upright, swallowing her roar and her tongue as we shuddered against one another. I yanked at her with every wave of the orgasm that crashed over me, and she responded like I'd slipped a feather across her still sensitive clit, with shudders and aftershocks and nipping growls.

"Very Spicy." She smiled at me as I let her slip far enough away to look her in the eyes.

My own tongue lolled out a little as I basked in the afterglow, holding her breasts and belly to my own. "You like?"

"Very Much." She nodded, smiling.

"Ready to lose the use of your other leg?" I asked, grabbing her thigh and flopping it around. It hadn't torn free, but the femur had popped clean out of the socket, and now only meat and skin and sinew held her leg on.

She winced as I did that, but I also saw her crack her eye open, peeking at my reaction. "Not Sure."

I shrugged, my grin feral as I said, "eh, too bad." Then I flipped her around and repeated the process. As I held her upright afterward, her legs twitching a bit as the aftershocks shook her, I said, "Sorry."

"Don't Be." She nuzzled my neck. "Thank You."

"So. Is my Wife satisfied with her lack of mobility?"

The impudent adorable bitch had the stones to frown, look down, run her claws over her hips, even flopping her own thighs a little, then lay her claws back on her hips and say, "Not Broken." She grabbed my waist and pulled us closer together. "Not Shattered." Smiling at me as she ran her claws up my back, drawing a shuddering hiss from me, she enunciated each syllable of, "Not Granulated."

I realized something right then, reaching up with trembling fingers to brush the thick black stripe around her neck. As she shuddered with undisguised, shameless pleasure, I asked, "your... Is it easier for you to talk now?"

She blinked at that, and her smile stretched until it shone radiantly. "It Is!" She pulled me into a long, lingering kiss. After, she pulled away, she reached down between us, fingers brushing across my belly, across my pussy, and eventually coming to rest on her own belly. "Vlickies? FILL."

I laughed at the sheer domineering desire in her voice, shapeshifting my girl cock right into her. Which is when Saffron stood up and said, "about that."

We both looked at her. She looked down at where I'd lay Marie back, her head pillowed by her own calves. "I take it you want our Goof to shatter your pelvis to mush while she fertilizes you?" Marie didn't answer, just nodded eagerly like the baby crazy freak I loved. "Well then." She slid open the lower drawer and pulled out what looked like a tiny tub of hand cream or lip balm. Pointing at me, she said, "you, love, will need to shapeshift the rest of the way to, as you call it, 'boy mode'."

"Really?"

"I'm afraid so, love."

I shrugged. Not like I hadn't had plenty of, like, normal me fun tonight. I shifted fully over to boy mode, and the feel of Marie warm and wet around me, snug and twitching snugger by the second, had me grabbing her by the back of the neck and slipping out in preparation to wreck her fucking pelvis. By fucking.

"Stop." Saffron's tone locked my hips in place, like a piledriver held up waiting to fall.

"What now?" I growled. I had a pelvis to destroy and a womb to populate. I snerked as part of me realized exactly how blind feral rut beast I was getting, but mostly just held myself there, ready to see how Marie liked her cervix impaled. Which sounded painful, but so did being sliced to pieces.

Saffron looked up from where she'd shorn Marie's fur down to the skin with a Mana Blade, then painted a symbol on Marie's belly with a thick henna-like paste. From where I stood looking down at it, it looked kinda like an abstract of a cock punching through a wall. "There. That Blessing should maximize the chances of you successfully quickening a child within her."

Marie smiled up at me, her mouth dropping open. "Children, Please."

I glanced over at Saffron, who stood there with maybe half a pot of that paste left. "Now?"

Saffron leaned in, pulling my mouth down to kiss me as Marie tried to twitch her hips and whined. When she pulled away, she glanced down at Marie with a terrifying grin, then back to me and said, "fill her womb to bursting, Goof."

I'm really not sure what she did at that point. Since after I'd slammed my cock inside my precious tiger Wifey until a yowling orgasm made my ears ring and I blasted her innards with baby batter, she was sitting there with Siobhan in her lap, both of them grinning like idiots, I guess she went and sat down to watch.

Meanwhile Marie growled, ripped her claws through the mattress, and said, "Too Soft."

I looked down at her, sucked my teeth and said, "too soft?" She nodded. I glanced at the solid stone wall, then back at her, and she nodded as eagerly as Siobhan had ever done about being dropped over the Maw. "Okay." I grabbed her wrist, pulled both of her ankles behind her neck, and closed her claw over them. "Hold those there." I lifted her, enjoying her reaction as her weight settled on my hips, pushing my cock further into her. Then I carried her to the wall and held her inches away from it. "Harder?" She nodded. "Mercy?"

She wrapped her arm around my back, claws pricking my shoulders, and whispered, "None, Please."

I growled at her, pumped Mana into my muscles, into my skin, and hammered her into the wall. I fucked her like I was tryna nail her jello legs to the wall, and she yowled out her mounting lust until she came again, raking her claws across my back as I spasmed inside her, slamming her into the wall with each pulse until at the height of my orgasm, a crack rang through the room.

I slipped an arm around her, holding her legs behind her as she hissed, and checked the wall. The mountain had not, in fact, broken, I turned and smiled at her. "Broken."

She sniffed, dismissive, but smiling too hard to keep up the ruse. "Barely Cracked." I gaped at her in disbelief, and she begged, "Harder, Please."

So I did it again, harder. This time her hips crunched as her orgasm drew another from me, my back glistening with sweat and blood. Before I even finished enough to look, she opened her eyes and glared at me. "HARDER!"

The room shook as I took her, devouring her mouth as I hammered her into the wall like I was tryna drill a tunnel through to the Bore. Again she dragged an orgasm from me as she came, and this time her pelvis crackled and crunched like rice cereal as I filled her yet again. She reached up, hot breath blowing across my face, grabbed her own ankles, and yanked them down, hard, hissing as she did, her vagina clamping down on me. So strange, without anything for the muscles to attach to. Reminded me of the time with Saffron and I as Kraken.

Marie's claws settled on my shoulders, she looked me in the eye, and she begged, "More. Please."

Holding her up with one hand, tangling the other in her hair, I looked her in the eyes and said, "I can't really kill you like this, can I?" Her eyes lit up as she shook her head. I blew out a lungful of air as her twisting, her writhing, her soft lustful whimpers in my ear called to the dark side of me, and I realized that with Marie, like this, I had no reason whatsoever to hold back. "I'm just gonna recreationally rearrange your guts and blow you up like a spooge water ballon, K?"

She nipped at my neck, sank the tips of her claws into my shoulders, and whispered, "About Time."

Mana ripped through me, dark and lustful and full of hungry need. My skin like iron, my muscles steel, I held her eyes open and stared into them as I gave an entirely new meaning to the word 'smash'. Blood ran down my back, and more ran down the wall from hers, forcing me to grab her ankles and hold them above us to keep her suspended where I could turn her pelvis to so much bonemeal. She roared, and I roared back at her, light flaring from our connected crotches. Before I could slow down, before I could even speak, she roared out, "More! MORE!"

I shapeshifted bigger. Height. Length. Girth. Her eyes filled with unalloyed Joy as I crushed her against the wall again and again and again. I... I wasn't ignoring her, but my own orgasm flooded into me, carried me away from myself as I inundated her womb with cum once more. The echoes of her roar died away as I slowed to a stop, shifting back to my normal size, if not my normal shape.

My arms slick, I lifted her from the blood soaked wall and carried her gently over to the bed, where I lay her down on the end of it. "Okay, Wife. Your pelvis is far beyond any kind of natural healing, right?"

She stuck her tongue out at me. "Not Sparagmos."

Before I could respond, Saffron hopped up, walked over, and brushed away the last of the henna to reveal the symbol on Marie's belly glowing bright enough to lend it's light to the room. She booped Marie on the nose and shook her head. "No Sparagmos for you." At Marie's forlorn look, Saffron lay a hand on Marie's belly and said, "not until after your girls are born."

I swear I'd seen Marie's face light up before, but this time she had that whole glowing belly rune lighting it up further. I smiled down at her and said, "one more time, gently, to celebrate?"

She reached up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me down as I slid into motion.

Before we'd even gotten into a rhythm, Saffron mused, "lovely Wife Marie, I seem to recall you saying you wanted company, did you not?"

I pulled away to look at where Saffron had shifted just enough to put Siobhan in the position I'd taken her and Karen and Saffron in on New Years. Her head back on Saffron's shoulder, her breasts, nipples proud and stiff, back arched to point them at the ceiling. Her belly trembling, even protruding a little as Saffron gripped her waist and slowly, sensually, slid her up and down. Her legs spread open, proudly showing off how much of Saffron slid into her with every stroke.

I lifted Marie and turned her around until she could turn her head and watch as well. "Is that some top tier sexy fuckin' shit or what?"

Marie purred, the sensation pleasantly odd with me deep inside her, and said, "Very Sexy."

Siobhan chuckled, her hands sliding along Saffron's thighs, but she froze the moment Saffron said, "Tabitha, do you still want Siobhan to be pregnant?"

Marie and I looked at each other, then back at our Darling, who'd glanced over her shoulder at Saffron. "Oh, Yes." we both growled out in unison.

Her hands wandering across Siobhan's breasts, her belly, Saffron asked, "So. Siobhan. Would you bear a child for us? Have a daughter for us? Be pregnant because Tabitha wants to see a tiny you running around that she can mother all day," Saffron nipped her gently on the neck before saying, "before putting her to bed so she can fuck you all night?" I must have made some kind of noise, because Saffron looked up at me, fond amusement warring with lust in her eyes, and said, "oh, please, Goof. That's exactly what you did with me."

"I'm... not entirely sure I'm ready to be a mother."

"But you're already a Godmother?"

Siobhan tensed, but before she could argue Marie said, "Yes."

"Unless you decline the honor?" Saffron whispered.

At that point something approaching adult morals kicked in and took temporary partial control of me, overriding my lust. Okay, overriding my lust's stranglehold on my vocal cords. I never actually stopped sliding gently into and out of Marie. "You can, you know. You can say no to all of it. Godmother. Pregnancy. Fuck, I'd be sad, but even Concubining. Or any of it. You can stay Concubine but say no to motherhood. Or no to buns in your cute little oven. Or no to the godmotherhood and yes to mini-Siobhan. I said it before. I'll say it again each and every time if I have to. We want you. I want you. I want mini-you. I think you're one of the top five mothers I've ever known, and I'm including Sigyn and my birth mother in that. I... believe in you." I took a deep breath, and when Marie clutched at me I realized I'd slowed to a stop. "You can have whatever you want, Siobhan. We're offering you things, but you are under no obligation to take them."

She smiled sweetly at me, pure Siobhan adorableness. "But you want me to?"

"Yes."

"You, all three of you, want me as Godmother to your soon to be even larger horde of children?"

"Yes!" we all chorused.

"You... You want to make a baby... With me?"

"Oh... Yeah," I growled.

She smiled, the expression nearly as radiant as Marie's. "You have shown me the gate, and the road, and the altar, and the knife. You have given me free choice, even after I Consented to give you three my life, my very Soul, just to make your Wedding night that much more memorable." She took a deep breath. "You want me to bear a child by your side as you do, Marie?"

"Yes, Darling." Marie whispered softly, sweetly.

"I accept the honor of being Godmother to your children. And," she took a deep breath. "I will bear your child." A smile spread across her lips. "Gladly."

Over Siobhan's shoulder, Saffron licked her lips. "Tabitha?"

"Yeah, Kitten?"

She lay her hand on Siobhan's belly. "May I?"

The thought of Saffron putting a baby in Siobhan's womb hit me like a fucking freight train. Before I'd even fully understood the question, my subconscious and my libido had ganged up on me, my cock swelling inside of Marie. She felt it and grinned up at me, nodding. "Absofuckinglutely."

"Siobhan? Will you bear my child?"

"I just said so, silly Kitten."

Saffron shuddered and swallowed and pulled Siobhan fully down onto her. "You know what's required?"

Siobhan shuddered, then went still, a smile stretching her face as she straightened her neck, her hair cascading around to obscure Saffron's face. "I do. But how will I know?" She reached down between her own legs, stroked Saffron's cock where it slipped out and back in. "This won't change, will it?"

Her eyes popped open as her belly bulged just a little more. "Now it won't." Saffron pulled Siobhan back to her chest, rubbing her breasts across Siobhan's back, then holding out the little pot of henna. "Can you make the sigil yourself?"

Siobhan tried to pout a little, but Saffron's recreational rearrangement of her interior portions had our Ice Pop too distracted to get a proper pout on. "I can, but..."

"But you'd rather I do this." Saffron stood, Siobhan's legs hooking around her to keep them connected, then turned and used the mirror to draw that same sign on Siobhan's belly. "Look at you. All ready to become a mother."

"Am I?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, you are." Saffron nibbled at her neck. "Trust me, I know. I'm one myself."

Siobhan laughed, the sound clear and pure, as Saffron dropped the henna and grabbed her by the waist, Ice Pop leaned forward until their only point of connection was their hips, Saffron's cock holding her up. "I remember the first time you took me. Penetrated me. Filled me and hammered me until my Soul drifted in a place of pure pleasure." She giggled as her eyes slipped shut in memory. "So, will you do that for me again? Bring me to a place of endless orgasm, then hold me there until you burst inside me and fill me with your child?"

Saffron, her voice husky as she slid Siobhan back and forth, asked, "like this? Are you sure?"

"Do it."

Saffron leaned forward, rubbed her swaying breasts across Siobhan's back as she rocked into motion. Siobhan's eyes slid shut, and Saffron stood, her rhythm quickening. I found myself sliding into that same rhythm, and the two of us smiled at the two of them. Then a wicked grin stretched across her lips, and she said, "so, Marie, would you have your Concubine's last kiss as a maiden, or her first kiss as a mother?"

Siobhan's eyes slipped open and she stared at Marie. My Murder Mittens played up her pondering as Saffron carried Siobhan closer, step by step. Finally, with their faces a hand's breath apart, Marie grinned at Siobhan and said, "Yes, Please."

Siobhan reached out and pulled herself to Marie, their mouths connecting, their eyes sliding shut as they lost themselves in each other. "Such a greedy Wife. Such an impetuous Concubine." Saffron paused, glanced at me. I nodded, smiling. "So perfect. Good Girls." They both twitched, balanced on the edge, and my mouth opened, almost panting in anticipation, until Saffron turned to me and said, "So rough, so fierce, to merciless, crushing our Wife's hips and filling her to bursting with your seed. Good Boy."

That almost finished me right then and there; the first drops seared their way through me into Marie, and the precarious balance she and Siobhan balanced on tipped, slipped into freefall. Saffron kept going, faster and faster, and I kept pace with him. I remembered him doing that to me atop the tower, almost like the best parts of a real live cock and a vibrating dildo all in one. I kinda envied our Wives. Not a lot, because I was clinging to that raggedy edge myself, just waiting for Saffron to make our Siobhan as pregnant as our Marie.

"Tabitha?" Saffron asked, his voice rough.

"Yeah?"

He closed his eyes, never slowing his strokes as I moved in synch with him. "Are you absolutely certain you want me to be the one to put a baby in Siobhan's belly?"

That thought hit me, and my cock twitched, but I wanted to, needed to answer, to think with something other than a stiff dick, because I've always heard how stupid those are. I turned to look at the gorgeous man standing beside me, railing our Concubine as I did the same to our Wife, and said, "Uh..."

He turned his face to me, radiating absolute gremlin energy like a chaotic bonfire, and laughed as he said, "too late!"

He came, thrust after thrust. Siobhan's shuddering moan and Marie's orgasmic roar echoing from their locked lips. As my orgasm rocked through me, I did the only thing that seemed at all sane and logical or even possible at that point. I reached out, grabbed him by the hair, and dragged his laughing lips to my own.