Her Mantle Is Love

Falling/Catching: CWs
Light bloodplay, hypnosis, lost time, loving descriptions of vulpine dick, BDSM, cock worship, breeding fantasies, edging, tail bondage, fellatio, lots and lots of fluffy tails. The hypnosis in this is intended for Elisandra, not for you. If you think you're experiencing a hypnotic effect, PM me so we can sort things out.
 
Falling/Catching
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"I want," you take a breath, "to be wrapped up in your tails and your words, helpless and needy and hurting, marked by your claws and filled with your seed. I want you to make me beg for release, and only give it if I've been a good girl for you. I want... to submit."

One of Kumi's tails caresses your vulnerable throat. "You're sure?"

You nod.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Kumi."

"Lie back onto my tails for me."

You lean backwards, and the firm pressure of a tail against your hips assures you it's safe to keep going: you let yourself fall, and Kumi catches you in a bed of fluff. You wriggle and roll, luxuriating in the soft fur, and Kumi takes the chance to slide off your panties.

As you lie back in that oh-so-comfortable bed, your gaze drifts to Kumi's: she's looking down at you with a smile, her toes tapping against one leg of her chair.

"You really are in a subby mood today, aren't you?" She giggles, and one of her tailtips curls up on your belly. "So eager to put yourself wholly in my power."

You blush. "Yes, Kumi."

"You're to call me Shiromusume."

"Yes, Shiromusume."

Kumi giggles. "So obedient! It's like you're already under."

You blink. "I guess..."

"Didn't I tell you, hypnosis is nothing more than following instructions?"

You nuzzle one of her tails. "Mhm."

"And you don't want to disobey me, do you?"

You shake your head.

"So why even worry about it? Just trust me. Let your inhibitions go and fall: you know I'll catch you."

"...yes, love."

"No worries, no cares. Just your desire. You can tell me anything, you know that?"

"Mhm."

"You don't have to hold yourself back. You're safe here."

You hug the tail on your belly close. "Safe..."

"You're safe here, you're free to be your true self..."

"Shiromusume..."

"And you know that I can give you pleasure..."

You stretch langourously, and one of your hands slips in between your legs. "mmmmhm."

"You want to touch yourself?"

You nod. "Yesssss..."

"But you said earlier that you didn't want to come."

"m."

Kumi tilts her head, and smiles gently. "Are you worried you won't be able to stop?"

"mhm."

"Don't worry, I'll stop you before you come. Go ahead, any pace you like..."

You touch yourself slowly, holding Kumi's gaze: then as you start to warm up, your pace quickens, growing more frantic, your thighs tensing, your toes curling -

Kumi's tail wraps around your hand, and pulls it away. "Not yet."

You whine in frustration, and try to bring your other hand in - but Kumi's tails restrain you, bind you spreadeagle as you pant and gasp, the edge so intense -

Then it passes. You haven't come. Kumi didn't let you.

You nuzzle into one of her tails, and blush. "lovvvve..."

She slips down from her chair, kneeling over you, and softly pets your hair.

"That looked really nice, Eli. Would you like to do it again?"

"Mmmmmmhm."

"Lay your head in my lap."

You do.

"This time I'll hurt you a little to keep you on the edge for longer. Is that okay?"

You nod.

Kumi's hands slip down to rest on your shoulders, and you absently note the coldness of her claws against your skin.

"Go on," she says.

Your fingers dip in again, touching, rubbing, more lesiurely now that you know you have no chance to come, savouring the slow build as an end in itself. Kumi pets your hair gently with one hand, the other slowly dragging her clawtips along your skin. You tremble, a thrill of fear mixed with pleasure, and - oh! close-

Kumi drags her claws across your breast, and you cry out, not sure whether from pain or pleasure. Sensation drowns you, your hips buck -

And Kumi catches her hand in yours, dragging you back from the brink. Cooing softly, she licks her claws. You look down: three neat, shallow cuts stand out along the edge of your right breast. They sting a little.

"Okay?", she asks.

"hhhhaaaaah betterthanokay." You nuzzle the hand in your hair. "Thank you..."

"Again?"

"mmmmhmmmmm."

She lets you tease yourself like that over and over, taking her time, letting you bring yourself to edge after edge. When you stop being able to keep a steady pace, she pulls you up into her lap and lets her own fingers dip inside you.

You don't know how long she's been edging you. You don't know how many times you've almost come. Clawmarks and scratches run across your breasts, your belly, your thighs. You're a puddle of melted elf in her gentle arms.

She kisses your cheek.

"Do you want to come?"

"Yesssssss."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, Shiromusume..."

"Don't you want that cock you asked for?"

"Yes..."

"Good girl..."

"mmmmmmm?"

"Yes, you are. You're a very, very good girl. I'm going to shift a little, okay? Hold still."

You do. She shifts you to her tails' grip, and kneels over you: oh, she has a cock now. You fixate on it instantly, imagining it coming deep inside you, filling you with her kits, claiming you as hers...

She shifts in, and her cock presses against your face. You kiss it instinctively, then lap at it: it's sticky and hot, with a pointed tip you can curl your tongue around. Down at the base, it thickens, rounds: a swollen, canine knot, ready to seal her seed away deep inside your womb. The thought of it makes you gasp with raw, animalistic need.

Kumi's hands stroke slowly through your hair: as you look up at her in lust and awe, she smiles and speaks.

"I'm going to let you come from sucking my cock, Eli."

You blink. That's like something out of a bad porno, does she really -

"Shhhh. I know. Trust me. I'll guide you."

You take a deep breath, and nod. Goddess, every touch of her shaft against your cheek...

"Listen to me and follow my instructions, love."

You nod.

"Kiss it gently. Focus on how it feels against your lips, the way it pulses, how hot it is, how thick it is. Let it fill all your senses."

You kiss slowly, reverently.

"You can feel how aroused you are right now. You've been teased to your limits so many times, and it's like a coiled spring inside you you have to hold back."

You whimper softly, and nuzzle her shaft.

"You can feel it burning between your legs, tight in your chest, how it speeds your breathing and makes you tremble with desire."

You swallow, hard.

"And now you have this cock, this lovely thing, so close, swamping your senses, driving you to madness..."

You sway, kiss...

"And yet you still hold yourself back."

You nod, letting out a little whimper.

"You know how this works, Eli. You know how to listen to your body. You know how to give in, to submit and take pleasure even with the most awful client. It's the exact. Same. Thing."

You sway.

"Lick it. Taste it. Feel how your body responds, how your fingers tighten on my hips, how the burning between your legs redoubles. It's overwhelming, isn't it? It's enough to make you come on the spot."

You service her dutifully, lapping at her shaft, feeling its slickness against your tastebuds. Your fingers are tightening on her hips. Your breath is coming quicker. She knows. She knows.

"And yet you hold yourself back..."

You let out a strained whine.

"You just can't come before me, isn't that right?"

You shiver, and bow your head in submission. A sound that's not really a word falls from your lips.

She pets you gently. "I know. It's okay. That's a good way for a slave to be. And it means that if you make me come..."

You blink, then moan in realization.

"... won't you come at the exact same time?"

You stare at her cock. Goddesss, goddessgoddessgoddessgoddess...

"Suck me off, Eli. Make me come, and come with me."

You take her cocktip into your mouth, swirling your tongue, your whole being bent on bringing her to orgasm. You suckle hard, and force a gasp from her lips: then you dive deeper, bobbing your head, taking her all the way to the knot. She groans, digs her hands into your hair...

Pulling off with a pop of suction and a lewd smack of your lips, you lick and suckle beneath her cocktip as you get your breath back: then you take her cock into your mouth again, lapping, sucking, taking it deep into your throat and swallowing around it. Her taste starts to change: when you pull off the second time, a dribble of precum slips down her pointed tip. You shudder. You're so close, so close, so close...

Her hands pull you back down onto her cock, and you suckle desperately, begging her, milking her, you need this, you have to make her come -

"Come," she gasps, and her seed floods your mouth.

You do.

-----

Your next memory is of... Kumi kissing you, and pressing clean linen to your clawmarks, and murmured words, something something "love", something something "good girl", and nuzzling into her touch, and being embraced by tails, so comfortable and safe...

Something goes "blip", and Kumi presses your phone into your hand.

"You should really answer this," she murmurs. "Don't worry, I won't peek."

You open your texts on autopilot.

Morning, Sunflower.
Sounds great. Let's go with before, we'd probably be 'busy' after.
Hope I'll see you soon.


You text back:

with Kumi
ily


Blip.

ily too Eli
work soon
see you tomorrow?

yeah


You close your messages, hum softly, and press your face against Kumi's shoulder.

"She's so perfeeeeeect."

Kumi nods. "Take good care of her, ok?"

"Mmmmmmmhm."

"... Let's get you to bed, Miss Elf."

"...okay."
 
After The Fall
You wake up, and stretch with a yawn. Another lovely daaaaaay...

Thoughts of Kumi and Thistle jumble through your head, and you look over at your alarm: 6AM? Ugh, you really need to close your curtains.

- Wait, that means Thistle will still be up! You grab for your phone, then hesitate: she has work tomorrow, so you don't really want to keep her awake...

Then again, what else were you planning to do today?

-----

Today is Wednesday. First Quarter is in three days, on Saturday.
You sustained minor injuries in a BDSM scene, and the goddess restored you.
You regenerated 3 Will overnight.
You had 3 Will left at the end of yesterday, so you are at 6/10 Will now.
The following Drives are active this morning:
Compassion, Freedom, Retribution, Wealth, Power

[X] Call Thistle...
[X] And catch up.
[ ] And have phonesex.
[ ] And tell her about Kumi.
[ ] (Write-in.)​
[ ] Go find one of your Sisters...
[ ] And ask what she knows about Rose.​
[ ] And trade news about this year's clientele.
[ ] And see if you can help her with anything.
[ ] And ask her advice regarding Thistle.
[ ] And just hang out.
[ ] Find a specific sister. (Write-in.)
[ ] Attend to your Priestess' duties.
[ ] Practice your violin.​
[ ] Get groceries from town.
[ ] Make sure the shrines are well-attended.
[ ] Offer prayer to the goddess.
[ ] Trade Duties with one of your Sisters.​
[ ] Volunteer for the First Quarter rite this Saturday. (3 days left.)
[ ] It's never too early to start planning for the next new moon rite. (25 days left.)
[X] Commission the local artist who can make a proper pendant for Thistle.
[X] Liath's going to be annoyed if you let reporting to her slide much longer. You would rather not annoy Liath. Go report.
[X] Plot an annoyingly elaborate favour to get back at Ishaza in your game of oneupmanship.

[X] Get Kumi in on it too.
[ ] And Thistle.
[ ] Meditate and consider what's important to you.
[ ] Poke around the temple grounds a bit.
[ ] Stop in at the Supplicants' Hall.
[ ] And go see Rose.​
[ ] And see how the other trainees are progressing.
[ ] Arrange a date with your other kind of client for this evening. (Escort a lucky lady at a formal event. 90% chance of no sex.)
[ ] Specifically ask if Tori wants another date.​
[ ] Try and find a retired Sister and ask her for advice on Thistle.
[ ] Write-in!
 
Too Short A Call
You tap in Thistle's number, and wrap yourself back up in blankets.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Eli?"

"Mhm!! It's me, Thistle."

"Eli! I was wondering if you'd wake up in time. Kumi got you to bed in time, then?"

"Yeah, she takes good care of me."

"Thank her for me, okay? I'd stay and thank her myself, but I'm just getting ready for bed now..."

You sigh. "Yeah, and I need to report to Liath… I'll pass it on, okay? Sweet dreams, love."

"Goodnight, Eli. See you on Sunday for sure, ok?"

"Yeah. Sunday for sure."

The line goes dead, and you sigh again. Hello, goodbye. Hardly a proper call. Rubbing your face in your hands, you slide out of bed.

Time to go face the music.
 
Seventh-Circle: CWs
Lust aura, abuse of authority, manipulation, sadism, dominance games, screwed-up relationships, general bitchiness, general scarcity of WAFF or fluff.

The above content warnings can be assumed to apply whenever Liath interacts with another sister for any significant period of time, and will be summarized in future as simply "Liath talks."

These warnings continue until the completion of the chapter entitled "Judgement."

You may use this link to skip directly to the aftermath of this encounter with Liath.
 
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Seventh-Circle
Stopping in front of the door to Liath's office, you take a deep breath: the first part is always the worst. You grip the brass doorknob firmly, twist, and push.

Liath lounges at her desk, wearing a t-shirt three sizes too large for her and nothing else. There are torn, ragged holes in the back for her batlike wings to spread out, framing her like a cameo. The baggy top obliterates the curves of her body, coyly hiding her breasts, stopping just too low for you to see her sex. What a fucking tease...

She's filing her nails: Your gaze slips down along her arms, grey cotton giving way to alabaster skin, blood-red nails sharpened to clawtips. Every line in her skin is a trail for your fingertips to follow.

She looks up at you with ophidian eyes, yellow and slitted, the blackness of their pupils deeper than night, her chiselled face framed by the tangle of her incarnadine hair. She opens her mouth to speak, baring pointed canines: you know her lips would burn you, but you can't help but imagine them pressed to your wrist, your throat, your sex.

As she turns to face you, she unslings her legs from over the arm of her chair: her shirt rides up slightly, and the lightning afterimage of her half-glimpsed sex burns itself into the back of your brain.

Dazedly, you note the strength in her arms, the casual roll of her bicep as she leans towards you, oh Goddess you can almost see down her top, Goddess thank you, thank you for letting you serve this gorgeous, wonderful creature -

(In the back of your mind, some ancient part of you screams:
PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR PREDATOR-)

Liath fixes you with her stare, and you freeze instinctively, cornered prey.

(SHE HAS YOU) (SUBMIT) (ONLY CHANCE) (PLAY DEAD) (PREDATOR) (SHE OWNS YOU) (PREDATOR) (KNEEL) (PLEDGE FEALTY) (HERS) (SUBMIT) (DO IT) (YOU HAVE TO) (OBEY) (ALPHA) (PREDATOR) (ONLY CHANCE) (SUBMIT) (HERS) (PREDATOR) (OWNER) (FEALTY) (HERS) (BEG) (GROVEL) (PREDATOR) (OBEY) (OVERPOWERED) (CRUSHED) (BEG) (SUBMIT) (PREDATOR) (HERS) (DO IT) (BOW DOWN) (ONLY CHANCE) (ALPHA) (GODDESS) (OBEY)

You grasp desperately for - something, anything -

- she's hotter than Thistle -

FUCKING HELL NO is (PREDATOR) ANYBODY hotter than (OBEY) THISTLE

(SHE OWNS YOU) FUCKING BULLSHIT

GET (ALPHA)

(SUBMIT) OUT

OF (HAS YOU)

(OWNER) MY

HEAD (ONLY CHANCE)

THISTLE (SUBMIT)

THISTLE (OWNER)

THISTLE (HERS)

YES (HERS)

THISTLE'S (HERS)

NOT HERS (PREDATOR)

NOT HERS (ALPHA)

LOVE (THISTLE)

LOVE (PROTECT THISTLE)

LOVE (PROTECT THISTLE)

LOVE THISTLE (PREDATOR)

LOVE THISTLE (DESTROY PREDATOR)

THISTLE (THISTLE)

"Hello," Liath says. It sounds like a command to kneel.

You lick dry lips, and sway on your feet. Your hands are shaking.

"He-llo."

Something Ishaza once said to you swims back into your mind.

"We're priestesses," she said. "Liath is a weapon."

And, just like that, the tide passes.

Liath is - she's hot, yes. Even in a shapeless three-days-unwashed t-shirt that she clawed a couple ragged holes out of for her wings. Even with her hair bedraggled and greasy. You note the details, remind yourself that she doesn't play by the same rules as you. She's a weapon. She's a weapon and you just walked into her blast zone.

But you don't want to kneel and beg to put your head between her legs. You don't want to fuck her. You don't want to be her slave. You don't need to flee the room. You don't need to worship her. Hell, you don't even want to kiss her anymore. It took a lot out of you, but - you've survived.

... Now to actually talk to your boss.

"I'm waiting for your report, love." Her blood-red nails tap against the desk.

This would all be so much easier if Liath wasn't such a bitch.

[ ] Give her as little information as you can get away with, then flee.
[X] Try and give a proper report.
[ ] Tell her absolutely everything that has happened to you since your last report you have to please her it's the most important thing in the whole world leave nothing back nothing at all she needs to know she needs to know absolutely everything -
[ ] Call her a bitch.
[ ] Write-in.

((Social Combat:
Succubus Aura Appeals to Sex: 1d10(8), 8 > 4, fails.
Succubus Aura Appeals to Belonging: 1d10(7), 7 = 7, succeeds.
Succubus Aura Appeals to Duty: 1d10(9), 9 > 2, fails.
Succubus Aura Appeals to Safety: 1d10(9), 9 > 3, fails.
Succubus Aura Appeals to Survival: 1d10(1), 1 < 9, succeeds.
Elisandra expends 2 Will to suppress Belonging and Survival for the scene.))
 
Yes, Blessed One...
You gather your breath and - meeting her eyes again would be foolish. You keep your gaze obediently downcast, regardless of your feelings.

"I've fallen pregnant by Thistle, kept up the maintenance of the shrines, done grocery duty, prayed diligently, and taken an evening client."

Liath's nails click against the desk. "And your violin...?"

"- I haven't practiced it."

Liath tsks. "I see. Still, your poor performance does seem to be improving. Does this have something to do with the fact that you're in love?"

Your fingers rise involuntarily to your sunflower pendant - why did you wear it? In front of Liath, of all people! - but she's already plowing on.

"I see it does. I do hope your faith in the Goddess hasn't been shaken by... Oh, I see it has." She sighs. "Must I give you an object lesson?"

You shake your head. "No, Blessed One." Your fingers - stay still.

"Good." Her tail cracks against the desk with the sound of a striking lash. "We wouldn't want you to forget your duty, now, would we?"

"No, we wouldn't, Blessed One."

"You are going to volunteer for the halfmoon rite."

You blink, and raise your head. "but -"

"But what?"

"It's been almost a year since I last - doesn't Tasha usually - what?"

You stare at her, forgetting your manners completely.

"Then it's time you relearned it." Oh, you can hear the pleasure in her voice. The sick bitch is getting off on this. She knows that if you have to lead the halfmoon, you'll be exhausted and fuck up your date with Thistle on Sunday... and then she'll have a real excuse to punish you on top of sabotaging your relationship.

"Bless-"

"And you're to play a violin piece of my choosing when you next report in. If it's not up to my standards, you'll be punished. Dance and music are essential skills to entertaining clients, participating in Rites, and maintaining the temple atmosphere. Is this understood?"

"Blessed One, I..."

[ ] Honestly commit to practice your violin more. She's right, playing an instrument is a core skill for a courtesan.
[ ] Just learn her theme from The Offering: there's about a one thousand percent chance that she tests you on it and only it.
[X] Maintain your usual practice routine: this is just Liath being Liath. You're confident in your skills.
[ ] Respectfully disagree. The world's moved on: live music just isn't the selling point it was two hundred years ago.
[ ] Tell her that your clients are far more interested in your other skills, and therefore you're dedicating time to them instead.
[ ] Tell her to learn violin herself if she thinks she knows better than you how much you should practice.

[ ] Say you'll lead the First Quarter rite, then ditch. Liath probably won't even bother to show up: your other Sisters will cover for you.
[ ] Agree to lead the First Quarter rite. She does have a point: how are you supposed to be a proper priestess when you've forgotten a ritual that has to be done monthly?
[X] Tell her your duty to Thistle comes first and that you'll just have to lead the First Quarter rite next month.
[ ] Respectfully refuse: Tasha is far more skilled at the rite than you, and should therefore perform it.
[ ] Tossing you in at the deep end like this is no way to teach.​
[ ] Tell her to fuck off: the First Quarter rite involves sex, and neither Liath nor the Goddess can oblige you to be raped.
 
Liath, the Bitch
"...I appreciate your kind guidance and I thank you for your time. I'll be certain to attend the First Quarter rite next month, and I will of course bring my violin to our next meeting so that you can appraise my skills."

Liath nods. "Good."

You do your best to keep from smiling. "Was that all, Blessed One?"

"Yes, you certainly seem to have improved over the last few months."

"Then with your permission..." You take a step back towards the doorway.

Liath raises a finger. "Wait a moment. Next month? "

Damn it, your lips must have twitched. "Yes, Blessed One."

"You're going to attend the First Quarter rite in three days, Sister." She clicks her claw against the glass surface of her desk, tap-tap-tap. "We can't have you bumbling about incompetently for a whole month simply because of a date. You'll lead, and I'll be there to make sure you don't embarrass us all."

"That date is with a temple client, L - Blessed One. Surely my first duty is to her?"

"Your first duty is to the Goddess you serve, Elisandra." Liath gives you a pointed look, and you wince. She's… not wrong. Damn it.

"But - surely Tasha is more experienced at the rite? If you want to teach me how to be a good priestess - "

"Then I had better start now, not in a month! You've been shamefully lax: there are trainees in the Supplicant's hall right now who have a better idea of how to perform a First Quarter rite than you do. They've actually been to one in the last year."

A sudden stab of guilt pierces your heart. Are you really that bad a priestess…?

[X] No. That can't be right. You're a good and faithful priestess, no matter what fucking Liath says. She's just - picking her words to hurt you, as is usual for a fucking sadist bitch of a succubus like her. You're going to make her fucking eat those words: your date with Thistle is at stake! (TAKE 1 STRESS, quash Duty, continue social combat.)
[X] WRITE IN a reason or argument why Liath should excuse you from the First Quarter rite this month, ideally as spoken by Elisandra. There will be no further suboptions provided to vote on.
[ ] ...Liath's right. You've been terribly neglectful of your duties. A crash course is just what you need to clear your head and get yourself back into your proper role. (Concede Social Combat.)
 
Escalation
((Additional CWs for this threadmark: Escalation beyond all reason, serious & calculated threats, ego the size of a planet, dirty, vicious arguments.))

You take a deep breath, and raise your gaze to meet Liath's eyes again.

"You're right. My first duty is to the Goddess I serve. Not you. Which is why I will spend the next month re-devoting myself to her, and lead the next ritual out of love for her, rather than embarrassing her at your behest."

Liath's fingernails screech across the glass of her desk.

"What did you just say."

"You're not my Goddess, and you don't speak for her. You're my Sister, not my keeper, and I'll follow the Goddess as I deem best. Blessed One."

Liath slams her hands down on her desk, shoving her chair across the floor as she rises.

"I'm the closest damn thing to the Goddess on this planet, Sister. I outrank you, and my orders will be obeyed."

"Your orders are blind, petty, arrogant and hurtful. It's no wonder everyone calls you fucking Liath behind your back."

She snarls. "I maintain discipline! Without me, this temple would fall apart! The only reason you hate me is because you're an incomptent layabout!"

"I'm doing my best, which is more than I can say for you." You shrug. "You're the biggest threat to this temple's survival, Liath. You abuse us and make us dance for your amusement: we just pay lip service to your orders because it's easier than confronting you."

Liath laughs bitterly. "Yes, isn't it wonderful? It's a true test of everyone's competence, watching them tapdance around me."

You eyeball her. "Really, this was your master plan all along. How glorious."

"It's my goddamn order and I can do what I want with it."

"Perhaps the order's yours, but my soul belongs to the Goddess, not to you. You have no hold over me, and you absolutely don't have the right to order me to be raped."

Liath's claws cut into the glass of the table, shearing it neatly and gouging the wood beneath.

"I'm your goddess' emissary on this fucking petty planet. I'm your fucking direct superior. You're not even a demoness, much less one of the Seventh Circle. You're beneath me. Even daring to suggest you're not is an affront to the Goddess."

"'All things are born in emptiness, dwell in emptiness, and return to emptiness.' You're no more my superior than a rock outside: we're all equal in the end."

You offer your hand. "So. As your equal, I'll take your advice and do the First Quarter rite. Next month. You'll not order me nor command me, but I'll go all the same. Is that sufficient?"

Liath takes a breath. Retrieving her chair, she sits down and runs a hand through her scarlet hair.

She considers your hand for a long moment, then:

"No."

"No?"

"No." She steeples her fingers. "You'll obey my commands, or I'll have you turned out of the order. You know I can do it. Don't pretend that we're equals, you and I. Here, now? I'm in charge. Remember it."

You stare at her. That - wouldn't be so bad, right? You could be with Thistle... except you'd lose your blessing, and. And fuck, what would happen to the child you're carrying? You - don't think that the Goddess would. Hurt them, but -

"- go ahead then!" You slam your hand down on the table, hard enough to make your arm shake. "Go ahead, if you want to hurt me that badly!"

Liath smiles at you. "I will. If you cross me, I won't hesitate to fucking destroy you. I'll turn you out onto the street. I'll forbid the other Sisters to see you. You live on Temple earnings, don't you? I wonder how you'll afford a place to stay."

A shiver runs down your spine. As much as you'd like to say she's bluffing... she's absolutely capable of it.

- but. But the Goddess wouldn't allow her own Demoness to abuse one of her Priestesses like that, would she?

"Try it. Try it and see who loses more. The Goddess would cast you into the Void before she'd let you destroy one of her own Sisters."

Liath huffs out a breath. "No. Nice try, but no. I'm far, far more important to her. Between a succubus and a Sister like you, she'll pick me every time."

"Are you sure about that? There are ever so many Succubi these days, and only so many Sisters. Why take the chance? Can't you see you've escalated beyond all reason? Let me do the damn rite next month, and then you'll have all the time in the world to punish me for it."

"Are you implying that I'm doing this to hurt you, love?" Liath shakes her head. "No. I'm here to make sure the Goddess' dictates are respected. If you break beneath them, that's on you, not me."

"You're a sadistic bitch who's abusing her Goddess-given gifts to destroy the things she holds most dear. You might be able to fool yourself, but you can't fool me and you can't fool her. So come on," you take a breath, "fucking try me. You're in the wrong and you know it."

Liath leans forwards again, and her voice falls. "Fine then. Let's say I really am the sadistic bitch you say I am. Then there's no reason for me not to destroy you just for the fun of it, is there?"

- she really means it, doesn't she. Fucking bitch. Fucking bitch fucking fuck -

You whisper back. "Fuck you, Blessed One. Being thrown into the Void is too good a fate for you. You deserve everything the Goddess does to you and more."

She sighs. "How many times do I have to tell you? The Goddess won't save you. Anything I do is Her will. That's what it means, that I'm her Demon."

"What you're doing is counter to the most basic teachings. Haven't you ever heard of compassion? Devotion? Love?"

Liath shakes her head, and leans back into her chair. "No, Goddess never told me about any of that. I don't need it. I'm just a weapon." She looks at you, and the edge of her lip quirks. "I'll destroy you too."

Despite the threat... she almost sounds regretful.

... Liath? Showing weakness? She's not okay. She's really not okay. And - fuck, the heartless bitch is your Sister.

[ ] - she's faking, isn't she. You're not falling for it: she'll hurt you more the moment you let your guard down. Win the damn argument.
[2] You're hurting her? She's abused all of you for years, treated you like disposable minions. Win the damn argument for once.
[ ] If her fragile ego can't take losing an argument, she's not the Demoness you thought she was. Win: you know she can deal.
[ ] You're not backing down, but maybe she'll accept a draw. Make an excuse to leave, and maybe she won't bring this back up before First Quarter.
[1] - you're baring your damn throat here, but - ask her what's wrong.
[ ] God damn it if it means so fucking much to her you'll do the damn ritual, she's a bitch but she's your Sister.
[ ] Hug her.​
 
Judgement: Additional CWs
Liath Talks, see warnings for Seventh-Circle.
Fucked up relationships even by Liath's standards, hurting your loved ones, being hurt by your loved ones, doing things you'll later regret, being the monster, trauma and/or aftermath thereof, serious & calculated threats, sexual harassment/assault, extremely dubious consent, minor hostile mind control, misapplied sadism.
 
Judgment
((Scroll up or see the Informational index for additional Content Warnings.))

She could be faking. She could always be faking.

- then again, Liath's far too damn proud to even fake weakness.

The words escape you before you can stop them: "What's wrong, Liath?"

She stiffens, and looks at you sharply. "What a fucking question. As if the answer's not obvious. You're the problem, you absolute numbskull: you want to be with Thistle? You want to have a happy life with her outside the temple? Just fucking do the ritual! Boo hoo, you'll be tired, just sleep in the next morning! Were you expecting to see Thistle at 8 AM? That's the Goddess' Judgement? That's the wisdom of a priestess? That's being true to Her you worship? You're talking back to a Succubus without even fucking thinking about the facts! Goddess damn you, I really should throw you out. Then you can be with your shadow girl! That's what you want, right? Who gives a shit if you don't have any money?"

You bite back an angry reply: Liath's just hurting, she doesn't mean it, you need to help her. Cats scratch you when you're trying to get them out of trees, it happens. If Liath won't be the adult in the room, then you'll have to be.

"Liath, I agree, this has gotten blown all out of proportion, let's just step back and take a breath -"

"Oh, I'm over-invested, am I? I'm not supposed to be angry that you're so behind on your basic duties that you've forgotten a fucking monthly ritual? I'm made for this shit, love." She shakes her head, and sighs. "So. Do the ritual or I'll throw you out. Yes or no?"

You stand, and take a deep breath.

"No, you're not made for this, Liath. Or at least not only for this. Look around you." You gesture out her office window. "You're surrounded by ways to learn how to - to build people up rather than destroy them, to learn compassion and love instead of, of, rage and hatred - "

You take another shuddering breath, and pace, shaking your head to try and clear it. Liath watches you with a slight smile on her lips.

She doesn't say anything.

You look over at her. "- yes?"

She shakes her head just slightly. "no," she mouths.

You dig your fingernails into your palm, shake your head, sigh. Your distracted pacing takes you around the desk: when you're standing over her like this, she seems more pitiable than fierce.

"- you're wrong. Anybody can find love, and it can - transform you, make you better than you thought you were, make you stronger - "
You flail for words, find none, and settle for resting a hand on Liath's shoulder. "It - it'll be okay."

Liath reaches up, and very gently lays a hand on your chest, just over your heart.

"You have a good soul, Elisandra."

Her fingers curl inwards, balling a fist into your robes, and she drags you down. Your collar digs hard into the back of your neck, and you stare involuntarily into her ophidian eyes.

"But if you cross me, I will bury you. I could take your heart right now, girl. My claws are right there. I've done it before, and I will again. Do you have even the barest understanding of what Demonesses do?"

Her nails press hard against your ribs through the thin cloth. You can't break her gaze. You can't move. You can't breathe goddess please just get me the fuck out of here please -

Liath smiles slowly. "Aaaaaaahhhh," she breathes, baring her fangs, and she -

- close teeth neck wet hot close -

- teethhotneck -

- liphotnoyeswhat -

- no -

- Liath settles back into her chair, and her tail against your leg no balance falling -

you're in her lap and she's looking at you and you feel like a fucking meal

"Thaaaaaat's the look I've been wanting to see," she croons.

You shove yourself backwards, out of her lap, scrabbling backwards on your palms. She grins down at you, her face flushed -

"You fucking sadist!", you gasp. "You're fucking getting off on this! Your own Sister! What the fuck? What the fuck!?"

Liath - seems to remember where she is. Her gaze flicks across your body, and you remember it exists -

- there's a kiss burned into your neck, and a red stain spreading slowly down your chest, staining your ripped dress with blood. It - doesn't hurt, she must have just nicked you with her claws -

With a trembling hand, you reach up and touch the ache of her kiss - FUCK okay no don't do that - and Liath is looking down at you and the light in her eyes burns like fire.

"I'm going to fuck you," she says. "I'll be gentle. No more pain. But I - need this, Eli - I - " She falters.

Despite all the thousands of reasons why that's an incredibly shitty idea, your libido agrees with Liath. Strongly. Fuck, you're all torn up and she kissed you and your top is shredded and you're at her mercy and she's a fucking succubus and oh hi she's standing over you now and her overlarge t-shirt hides exactly fucking nothing.

- NOPE NOPE NOPE FUCK THAT YOU ARE NOT LETTING QUEEN BITCH FUCK YOU. This shit is BEYOND FUCKED UP and you are DONE HERE and you're ENDING THIS SHIT NOW.

You gather breath, and start - "Uh, L- Liath, you're not - "

She fixes you with her gaze, and Pure Fucking Elemental Sex hits you like a bolt of lightning.

Oh.

Oh she can do that deliberately.

- your lips form the words, without any conscious control. Your voice sounds different in your own ears, cold and harsh and utterly, deeply fair. You knew what you would be doing the moment you thought of the words to say -

"Liath Seventh-Circle, you disgrace this order and yourself with these reckless, self-destructive and vicious hysterics. You are a Succubus. You are expected to be above such petty, human failings. You are better than this. If you are not, then you don't deserve the title.

If you want to be a Sister who shames, belittles and destroys your own kith and kin, turning love against itself to make it a weapon - then fine. Destroy me. Take my heart as you threatened. Prove you'll never be anything more than that creature that fought for the Goddess centuries ago.

But I want you to be better than this."

- thus do you pass judgment upon her.

Liath stares at you: then her gaze flicks down to her bloodstained clawtips. She takes a step away from you, and thunks heavily against her desk. Wobbling, she sits down hard, her back against the polished wood.

She stares at her claws.

"- Liath?"

She doesn't look at you.

"Liath!"

She touches her claws to her mouth. A pause, then a shallow nod - no, she's not answering you, she's ignoring you -

- The fucking bitch did all of this to you and now she won't even give you one single fucking word?

You roll over, and push yourself up onto your hands and knees, then to your feet. Liath stays where she is, not stirring.

"Liath! Look at me!"

She shakes her head slightly.

"- fucking bitch I swear would it kill you to fucking talk to someone honestly for once in your life - "

You reach for her head, look at me you bitch -

And a hand grabs your elbow.

You whirl, open your mouth to yell, curse -

- Tasha. It's Tasha. Her midnight wings folded in demurely, her delicate fingers still firm on your arm.

"Enough," she says. "This isn't justice. She's beaten, even if she doesn't know it. What will you do when she doesn't speak after you've forced her to look at you? Will you slap her then? Make her talk for you? Make her hurt, the way she did to you? Do you want to be that woman, the woman who'd kick her own Sister while she's down?"

"I was going to - teach her - "

"She doesn't need that kind of lesson, and you need to prove you can let go of this. Go to bed, Elisandra. I'll take care of Liath."

You -

Tasha gives you a knowing look.

- you go to bed.

Bed is full of soft blankets and pillows and warmth and exactly zero Liaths.
 
Aftermath
((CW: Emotional processing of highly stressful recent events, discussion thereof. See CWs for Judgement.))

- whip, blood, laughter -

You wake with a gasp, and start up from your bed - only to be pushed gently back down by a blanket of tails.

"Kumi," you breathe - and then you realize the tails are golden, not white.

Aya smiles sadly at you from a chair by your bedside. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me, Eli. Kumi's with her elfwife."

You hug her tails anyway. "...thank you. How long have you been-?"

"About half an hour now: Ishaza couldn't delay her clients any longer."

You take a breath: somehow everything seems lighter. Your sisters - they still care about you, even though -

"- how's Liath?"

"She's alright, or as alright as anyone can ever be after one of these things. Tasha's been attending her."

Slowly, you sit up in bed, still hugging the foof of Aya's tails. "- I hurt her, and I - I was going to hurt her more - "

Aya nods. "Yes. But you didn't, and you know you were wrong. Right?"

You take another deep breath. "I - "

"Oh, don't get me wrong, she was fucking wrong too and I'm glad to see her taken down a peg, we all knew this was going to happen sometime and you drew the short straw of something worth confronting her directly over - but you still hurt her. You're in the wrong too. Less than her, but some."

"...yeah." You hug her tail closer. "I should - apologize -" You take another shuddering breath - "don'tmakemeapologizerightnow."

Aya - shifts her hand in, and you nod a little. She pets you gently.

"I wasn't planning on it. Nobody is in any state for you two to try and kiss and make up. You've still got her damn kiss on you, for Goddess' sake - she kissedyou, what was she thinking - so. Ishaza's orders are simple: you're not to do anything even mildly stressful until that kiss fades, you're not to leave the temple, and you're not to see Liath at all, nor is she to see you. Wonder of wonders, she actually agreed to that. I think she's rationalizing it as you being unworthy of her time, but Liath Almighty took a damn order from another Sister who knew better. It's a fucking miracle."

Aya lets out a sigh, heh, and shakes her head. "I think, in the long term, that everyone might be better off from this. Maybe Liath will be less of a prick. I'm just - I'm sad it had to come to this, that she couldn't bend and so she had to shatter. It - happens sometimes, but… It's never fun for anyone." Her fingers tangle in your hair, and she carefully unteases the knot caught between them. "So - how can I help, Elisandra? Just tell me and I'll be at your service."

You - take stock. Fuck, your neck still aches - you're not poking that. The scratches on your chest have faded, but you've bled a little on your bedsheets and your dress is probably beyond saving.

As for your emotions… you take a breath, and don't flinch away. You're a priestess, you can do this. You've got… guilt, for hurting her. Fear... of being thrown out of the order, of Liath hurting you more, of being a bad person, of being a bad priestess. Shame… you really should know how to do the First Quarter rite, Liath had a point, but that's not all… fuck. Fuck, you got off on it, didn't you. It was terrifying and scary and hot and you're not sure that was all Liath getting into your head. What the fuck, Elisandra.

Your fingers tighten on Aya's tail, and your breath hitches, but you keep going. You - you can't stop halfway. Okay, you got off on it, that's called masochism, there's nothing wrong with that, you already knew that you were a masochist, and to be frank being bossed around by a literal succubus has been the subject of your idle fantasies before. There's nothing weird about that.

… okay, that's. Settled enough for the moment let's just. Keep going. What else… - Anger. It would be stupid if you weren't angry at her, she fucking sexually assaulted you, actually really assaulted you, threatened to kill you, of course you're angry, your own Sister -

Okay, okay you're feeling betrayed. That. Makes some sense, yeah. But nothing to be done about that right now, only time will help with that. You rub your face against the floof of Aya's tail: it helps a bit.

Oh, you're crying. You're probably sad. That makes sense too, everything's gone to hell and it's all because you wanted to protect your date with Thistle -

Doesn't Liath perform in Threefold?

Oh Goddess you've been such a fucking idiot. The performance is going to be cancelled at this rate, your date's going to be ruined because you fucked up Liath so hard and it'll be one hundred percent your fault -

"Breathe," says a soft voice at your shoulder.

You startle, pull away - IT'S AYA you idiot, it's not her - you manage to meet her eyes.

"Breathe for me," she says. "Innnnnnnn…"

You take a deep breath.

"And ouuuuuuuuut."

You exhale.

"Innnnnnnn…"

Another breath.

"And ouuuuuut."

Exhale.

You press your head to your knees, feeling the fluff of Aya's tails, and sigh.

"I've been such a fucking idiot."

"Which many people say is the first step to improvement." Aya's voice carries a smile.

You laugh despite yourself: it comes out a little choked, but your lips curve up. You lay your head back against the headboard, and look at Aya: she's - beautiful.

"Thank you for caring about me," you say.

Aya smiles, and takes your hand. "I'm your Sister," she says. "It's my job to care about you."

You squeeze her hand. "Yeah," you say. "Thanks for not fucking up."

Her smile widens into a smirk. "Yeah, it'd just be embarrassing for three sisters to screw up in one day."

You grin, and - then the laughter pours out of you, all your nervous tension bubbling over, spilling out, and when you finally stop you feel lighter again, tired but - everything could turn out okay, everything could be fine. You run a hand through the mess of your hair, brush away your tears.

"- I," You start, "I need to be with you. All of you. I've only really spent time with Kumi since Choosing Day, I miss you all, but -"

"But you were scared we'd realize how much Thiassa mattered to you."

"Yeah." You - can't lie to her.

"Well, cat's out of the bag on that one now, Eli. You don't get in a screaming argument with Liath over just any old client. You love her, don't you?"

"Yeah." It feels - freeing, admitting it. "I really, really do."

"And you were worried you'd be thrown out of the order for it?"

You nod.

Aya smiles sadly. "That's not how it works, Eli. You need to review your vows. Yes, you can't be a priestess if you've dedicated yourself to the love of another - but that's because you're supposed to be dedicating all your time to the one you love, that's the most important duty, you silly girl. You'll be released from your vows and given a permanent stipend - did you think we charged such exorbitant fees just to maintain a handful of buildings and keep the shrines looking pretty?"

You blush. "I, uh, I never really thought about it. I considered getting in touch with a retired Sister, but -"

"You had other things on your mind, I understand." Aya smiles. "Don't worry, you'll not be - excommunicated. You'll just retire."

"Will I still be able to come see you all?"

Aya nods. "Like any other visitor, yes. But you'll not take clients or maintain the shrines, you'll be forbidden from performing any other duty in the Goddess' service - ah ah ah, you're about to argue, let me finish - because while the Goddess realizes that love is infinite and can be shared with many, your time is not, and the best way to prevent former priestesses from fucking up their work-life balance is by forbidding them to work. You can't put both us and Thiassa first, that's just not how priorities work in the real world."

You - nod. "That seems - fair, I guess."

Aya squeezes your hand gently. "It'll be okay. Whatever you choose, we're here for you. Yes, there'll be some trouble finding a successor, but I'm told we have a new Marked in our next batch of supplicants..."

You nod. "Rose. - we're looking after her right, right? She seemed - sad, when I met her -"

Aya pats your hand gently. "It'll be okay. The Goddess knows best in these matters. As for you, Elisandra: you need to get out of bed and do something, if you just sit here in your bloody dress you'll stew and make things worse for yourself. Get up, take the damn thing off, have a hot shower so you feel half-decent, and we'll talk about what to do next when you return. Alright?"

You nod. "Alright."

Aya stands, still holding your hand tight. She looks down at you expectantly.

You shift, letting your feet fall to the floor, cough and sniffle, then look up at her. Pulling on her arm, you hoist yourself to your feet.

"I trust you know where your own shower is?"

You nod.

"Give me your robes and I'll take them for mending while you're in the shower."

You shrug them off: Aya's seen you naked before, and you're too exhausted to really give a fuck.

"Now go clean yourself up, and we'll see each other again soon."

You nod.

-----

When you return from the shower, Aya's lying on your bed, reading a book. She looks up at you, and smiles. "You look a lot less dead now, girl. Shower helped?"

You nod, absently adjusting your towel toga. "Yeah. Is the dress salvageable?"

She dips her head from side to side. "It'll never be quite the same - some of the more delicate embroidery was lost - but it's mendable. Like your relationship."

You sigh. "Yes, Aya, I got the metaphor, you don't need to use a ten-ton sledgehammer."

She shrugs. "You seem to be missing things lately, so..."

You scowl at her, but - yeah, you deserved that. You grumpily flop down in a nearby chair.

"So," Aya says. "What now?"

[ ] "... could you hug me and reassure me that I'm a good person and that you don't hate me?"
[ ] "... could you carry an apology to Liath for me?"
[ ] "... can I see Tasha?"
[ ] "- who else can I talk to I've been distant for far too long -"
[X] "Her kiss - aches - what does it do, am I going to be okay?"
[X] "I - I need to work through something. Promise you'll listen and not judge?"

[X] "- have I really been falling down on the job as a priestess?"
[X] "- I got off on it when, um. When Liath assaulted me. It was hot and I - I don't know what to do about it."
[X] "- why didn't anybody do anything about Liath sooner? Why me? Why by accident?"

[ ] "- I was going to hurt her and it felt completely justified, it felt right, and I'm scared of being that person -"
[ ] "I still want to hurt her, part of me wants to fuck her up, it's not satisfied -"
[ ] "- Liath will fucking kill me if she can I know she will she has every reason to I was going to abuse her -"
[ ] "- Liath can't really throw me out of the order, can she? Please, please tell me she can't."
[ ] "- I didn't break her, right? Liath is ok? Tell me again that she's ok."
[X] "- I have no idea what I'm going to tell Thistle about all this shit."
[ ] "I - being hurt like that, walked on, it makes me need to have control but I don't trust my own decisions right now -"
[ ] "- what the fuck happened to Liath that made her like that, she's terrifying -"
[ ] "Please, please reassure me that I'm nothing like Liath."
[ ] "If Liath can hurt me this much, and I can hurt her, what sort of place are we making for Rose?"
[ ] "Why isn't Tasha here?"
[ ] "- you're not just helping me because you're afraid I'll hurt Liath more, right, you're not - taking her side -"
[ ] "Do you think the Goddess can forgive me?"
[ ] "- Liath's not going to recover in time for the Sunday performance, is she?"
[ ] "I feel like this is all my fault even though it's not."
[ ] "- I feel like you shouldn't trust me anymore."
[ ] "I - my libido is acting up, I don't want to - have you here, it's bad, I - want to do things -"​
[ ] "- could I play my violin for you, I never got a chance to practice yesterday -"
[ ] "Want to play chess?"
[ ] "What are you reading?"
[ ] "Can I call Thistle, she needs to know -"
[X] "I want to - go visit the shrines."
[ ] "Where's the furthest place in the temple from Liath?"
[ ] "Are you going to just - shadow me all day to make sure I don't get into another fight with Liath?"
[ ] "Why can't I leave the temple?"
[ ] "Rose needs to know that this kind of thing happens here, she deserves to -"
[X] "Can we - catch up, a little? I've missed you."
[X] Tell her about your date with Thistle.
[ ] In sexy detail!
[X] Tell her about how Ishaza found fresh sunflowers for you.
[ ] Tell her how Ishaza read you like a damn book with her box of "sex toys."
[ ] Tell her about your date with Spike.
[ ] In sexy detail!
[ ] - or should you say Tori?
[ ] Ask if she knows anything more about Rose.
[ ] Tell her about what you did with Kumi yesterday.
[ ] And invite her to help you get back at Ishaza.
[ ] In sexy detail!
[ ] And how much it helped you.
[ ] And ask her to thank her for you.
[X] Ask about the First Quarter Ritual - what does it involve again? You remember it being long and exhausting and having lots of fucking, but -
[ ] Why does Tasha usually do it?
[ ] Tell her about your plans for Sunday.
[ ] And ask her if she's seen any of Cheri's shows recently.
[ ] Tell her about your sunflower necklace.
[ ] And ask her if she knows where you could find a matching one for Thistle.
[ ] Tell her about how you've been keeping up with your duties around the temple.
[X] "What have you been doing since Choosing? Is Direwolf - good to you?"
[ ] "He's surprisingly hot for, well, a wolf."
[ ] "- do you feel like sharing at all?"
[ ] "Why on earth is he interested in tea?"
[ ] "Have you taken other clients?"
[X] "What's been happening around the temple?"
[X] "I'm not - interrupting you, am I?"
[ ] "... please just go away, I want to be alone."
 
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Chi
You sigh. "Well, we could - catch up some, I guess." The mark on your neck twinges, and you wince. "Ow! - what the fuck is up with this thing, I was expecting it to be gone when I woke up, doesn't the Goddess' blessing just, ergh, deal with things like this?"

Aya gives you a raised eyebrow. "That's a kiss from a succubus, Elisandra. A capital-k Kiss, from a demoness of the seventh circle no less. The Goddess' blessing is doing its job."

You stare at Aya. "... it is going to heal, right?"

"Eventually. It'll take a day or two, I expect. Until then, steer clear of Liath."

"...or?"

"Or her aura will seriously fuck with you. It's not as bad as if you were without the blessing, but -" Aya bites the inside of her cheek. "Best not to risk it. Your libido might also act up over the next couple days, but it's not like you've ever had to deal with that before, right?"

You laugh. "Oh, I have definitely never been inappropriately aroused, what a thought!"

Aya laughs as well - then cuts herself off as she notices your sudden silence.

You look at her.

She looks at you.

"- Aya, can I -"

"Are you about to say you're ashamed about finding a succubus attack arousing?"

"Uh, well -"

"You're ashamed of being aroused by a Succubus."

"
More confused, but-"

"But nothing. Succ-u-bus. Read my lips. It is an objective fact that Liath Seventh-Circle, Queen Bitch, is the hottest thing on this entire planet. She was built that way."

You eyeball Aya. "Don't you go badmouthing my Thistle like that. She's at least a dozen times hotter than Liath."

She grins at you. "Yep, you're in love. Don't worry, happens to everybody."

You roll your eyes, and sigh. "Yeah, yeah. - what am I going to tell her, Aya? She needs to know about this, I can't just - ignore it -"

Aya hums. "Wellllll, that depends. Have you told her that you're considering leaving the order to be with her yet?"

"Uh. No."

One of Aya's tails pokes you firmly in the chest. "Stupid girl. Make sure your target of affection wants to elope with you before you sell all your jewellery. Haven't you ever seen a single soap opera? Or perhaps the issue is you've seen too many."

You flush, and stare at your feet.

"Start with finding a good way to tell her that, and then you can complain to her about getting sexually assaulted by your boss.

Anything else to get off your chest while we're doing Embarrass Elisandra Horribly Hour?"

"- I'm not actually incompetent as a priestess, am I?"

Aya lets out a low whistle. "Oh, so that's how this all started. Well, that depends, Eli: do you want comfort, or truth?"

"...yes?"

"Sorry, girl, you only get one."

"...honest analysis."

Aya sets down her book, and sits up on the edge of the bed. Slipping her golden kiseru out of one sleeve of her dress, she delicately taps red Chi powder into it from a glass vial in her other hand.

"In my honest analysis, Liath was right to ream you out for not being able to drop everything to do First Quarter if necessary. What if Tasha had been the one to get in a screaming argument with her? Are you just going to trust that there will always be someone else to step in? We're sisters. That means we watch each others' backs and take over each other's Duties as necessary, and you can't take over a duty you don't know how to do."

You - take a deep breath, feeling slightly nauseous. "So she... was right?"

Aya produces a butterfly-pattern lighter from her other sleeve, and strikes it, skrtchhh-skrrrtch-sckrrtch. Finally it catches: she lights her pipe with it, and back it goes into her dress.

"She had one good point, girl. That's a hell of a long way from being in the right, and you know it." She puts her pipe into her mouth, and the cloying, spicy-sweet scent of Chi drifts towards you across the room. You wave it away.

Aya's eyes dart up at you - then she coughs, and puts the pipe down. "I... should probably not fill your rooms with my Chi, that would not be considerate of me. Though - are you sure you don't want a try? It's perfectly harmless, just a mild stimulant -"

You wave her off. "Which is addictive to humans, Aya. I would really rather not risk my clients picking up the habit."

She shrugs. "Suit yourself. Do you actually mind if I smoke? It helps me think."

You sigh. "If you must."

She takes a long drag on her pipe. "Thanks. So as I was saying, Liath did have a point: you've been lax in your more everyday duties, girl. You've got a great heart and whenever there's a problem client we can trust you to be there for us, but nobody trusts you to keep the shrines clear, you know? You've improved a lot in the few days since you met Thiassa - maybe a bit of guilt there, hm? - but you're still kind of flaky."

"...but?"

The bowl of Aya's pipe glows cherry-red. "Don't rush me, girl. You're casually inconsiderate of the work Ishaza and Tasha do to keep things running smoothly around here, you take advice grudgingly if at all, and the other sisters have to hunt you down if they want you to do something for them. You do return favours, which is better than Liath or Kumi manages, but you don't go looking for work to do. Neither do I, but it must be said that Cheri, Ishaza and Tasha all manage to be better than us at that particular measure of competence and dedication."

She breathes out: thin, fine grey smoke.

"However. Returning to your good points: you're never hesitant to take on a challenge, you're always putting in your best effort when you do get called upon, and you really, honestly care about your clients. That last one is shockingly rare: even I'm not sure I qualify. I think only Tasha can really claim the same level of investment as you."

You look down at your feet. "So..."

"In my considered opinion, you're a wonderful priestess and we're lucky to have you in the Order with us."

You blink. "Run that by me again?"

"You're doing just fine, Elisandra. Yeah, there's room for improvement, and yeah, you fucked up by neglecting an essential duty, but your heart is in the right place and it's no worse than any of us have done at some point. You certainly don't deserve to be thrown out or any other horrible punishment you may be devising for yourself."

You take a deep breath.

"...okay. Can I ask a personal question, then?"

Aya shrugs. "Seems only fair."

"- Why didn't anybody do anything about Liath before this? Why did we let somebody draw the short straw instead of - I don't know, something."

Aya shrugs, and exhales more smoke. "Nobody who could do it wanted to be the ringleader. Tasha's too gentle, Ishaza's too self-preserving, and I'm just too damn lazy. Cheri, Kumi and you aren't senior enough for it to be thinkable."

"- Ishaza's really starting to get on my fucking nerves."

"Have some compassion: keeping aware of everything that happens around here is a full-time job. It may seem like she's doing nothing, and badly, but if she stopped doing what she does the whole damn temple would implode within three days, and that's a promise."

You frown. "Yeah, I get it, she does crucial administrative work, but -"

"But nothing. Didn't she arrange your whole date with Thiassa?"

You nod. "...yes, and she even left fresh sunflowers in the room. I have honestly no idea how she did it."

Aya smiles. "Ishaza lives for those little moments of magic. Give her her due: without her, that date of yours would have been straight-up impossible."

"... Yeah, I recognize I owe her, but she's just so cagey - "

"She's doing her best to give you only the information you actually need, so you don't have to worry about everything that's happening everywhere in the temple all the time. That's her job. If you don't like the way she does it, trade duties with her on a slow week sometime: she could use the holiday."

"... what has been happening, anyway? Am I - interrupting you? I've been - really out of touch -"

Aya shakes her head. "No no no no no, I'll not tell you a dozen things to fret about while you're still recovering. We're doing well enough and that's that."

You open your mouth to argue, and Aya points the end of her pipe at you. "No. I mean it, you're not to worry about us. That's our job right now."

... you acquiesce with a sigh. "Alright, I get the point. Strict bed rest. Can I at least go see the shrines?"

Aya smiles. "That's the best question you've had all day."

-----

Aya watches in studied silence as you offer up a candle, a rose, and a careful bow: you're too exhausted to manage the full rites right now. Is the corner of her mouth twitching up? No, she's just adjusting her pipe.

You had thought that you'd have some - deep prayer, some true thing to ask, something that mattered - but right now all you have is three words: I miss Thistle. You give them to the Goddess anyway.

Aya's still puffing away contentedly when you return from the shrines, apparently bored out of her skull.

You sigh. "Why do you smoke that thing, anyway?"

"Relic of an earlier time, Eli. We used to light the whole temple with Chi - blood of the goddess, we called it. It gives off hardly any smoke, heats the place for hours, and the stimulant effects keep everyone going, heh."

She drags a sandal along the ground, lost in reverie. "I miss it. Liath knows, but everyone else is too damn young." She sighs.

"Wait," you say, suddenly realizing the blindingly obvious. "You've known Liath for how long?"

"Oh, about three centuries."

"- you lived through the Awakening! You were a priestess for - two hundred years before the Awakening!"

"Yes," Aya admits, tapping ash from her pipe. "Maybe if you're very good I'll tell you about it sometime. Until then, mind your own beeswax."

"...yes, Sister. Or should I say Mother?"

"Only if you're prepared for me to call you Daughter."

"... Let's forget I ever said that."

"Agreed." Aya looks out among the shrines. "Ach, we're so much better and so much worse all at once. Kids these days..." She smiles to herself.

"- can you get the old fogey impression done with, it's kind of weirding me out."

"Would you prefer to discuss the proper form for a First Quarter rite, then?"

You sigh. "I guess I walked right into that one. Go ahead, Sister."

Aya smiles, and takes her pipe out of her mouth: never a good sign. You brace for the inevitable monologue.

"At the New Moon, we celebrate Love, formless and ageless, in all its glory: the other three quarters are for its shards. First quarter, a waxing halfmoon: desire. Second quarter, the full moon: intimacy. Third quarter, a waning halfmoon: devotion. The specific rituals are different depending on where we are in the year, of course, but the first first quarter is always the Supplicants' Awakening."

" - right, whoever's leading the ritual has to have sex with all twenty-one of this year's supplicants before the day is over, individually, no groups - it's supposed to, uh -"

"Help them acclimate to becoming people whose lives revolve to a large degree around sex, and ensure that they experience sex with a skilled and caring partner so they know what it's supposed to be like. Of course, there is the slight issue of it all being one priestess doing this: tough luck if you're last in line."

"Yeah, that's - nearly one client every hour for a whole day straight with no rest. Probably closer to two an hour if you want to have any food, breaks or sleep. Half an hour for each supplicant is - aggressive at best, especially if some of them are virgins - so that means you will go long, and you will go short on sleep that night."

"I see you remember the last time you did it. When was that, seven years ago now? I seem to recall you swore it off completely afterwards."

"- Well, I've learned a lot since then. If it wasn't for my date the next day, I'd be very tempted..."

"If your mark's faded by then I'd argue for you, and cover all your duties on Sunday so you could sleep in before your date. I mean - do you want to be worrying about whether you really couldn't hack it for the next year? Next month's First Quarter will be different again, so this is really your only chance to make Liath eat her words."

"- Haven't I hurt her enough? I - don't want to become the kind of person who does things out of spite."

Aya pats your shoulder with her free hand. "You're doing this for you, not for her. Don't let the bitch enter into it: do you want to try?"

You take another breath. "I'm really really tempted to say yes, but part of me would jump off a cliff if it could show up Liath right now. So - give me some time to think and come back with an answer, alright?"

She nods. "Yeah. So - what now? Back to your room for a game of chess? Off to see another sister? Something else entirely?"

[X] Play chess with Aya.
[ ] Go see whoever else is free.
[ ] Go talk to Rose.
[X] Go look at the current crop of supplicants.
[X] Drink tea with Aya.

[ ] Press Aya harder for news.
[ ] You could use some decent sex right about now.
[ ] Try to pry more of Aya's history out of her.
[ ] Call Thistle.
[X] Tell Aya you'll do the First Quarter rite.
[ ] Tell Aya you're not going to do the First Quarter rite regardless of her offer.
[ ] Get Aya to read to you from her book.
[X] - snuggles?
[ ] Try to pick Aya's brain for insights into Liath.
[ ] Write-in.
 
Chess, pt 1.
You shrug. "Sure, let's play chess. White or black?"

"White."

"Fine by me. And you can press that new tea blend of yours on me, if you insist."

Aya frowns. "You're being awfully accommodating..."

"And I'll sit in your lap while we play in the Supplicants' Hall."

Aya cackles. "Oh, oh you're on. Think I'm too high and mighty to snuggle you in front of the supplicants, huh? Well you are dead wrong, Miss Whyte. One hundred percent dead wrong. And I'll beat you at chess, too."

You grin. "We'll see about that."

-----

A short walk later, you and Aya set your board up on an unclaimed table in the Supplicant's Hall - then she steps away to make tea, leaving you with no opponent. With any luck, some Supplicant will take advantage of the artful opening to challenge a full Priestess of the order...

... And here comes one now, a dark-haired catgirl. Her posture is... relaxed, even lazy, with a deep slouch and a casual tail-flick accompanying each step. Her trainee's robe is a bit disarrayed, and she's hiked the skirts up to approximate a qipao.

"Hey," she says, sliding into the chair a cross from you. "You one of the bigshots around here?"

You smile. "Depends who's asking. Did you want a game, miss...?"

"Blackfur. Yes, my parents were terribly uncreative. I go by Cocoa."

"Cocoa, then. I'm Elisandra Whyte, one of the Sisters here."

Cocoa grins. "Black playing white and Whyte playing black, huh? What a mess. Go on then, let's start the game: I'm sure your golden-furred friend won't appreciate my keeping them waiting."

You smile. "It's your move "

"So it is."

Cocoa tries the Scholar's Mate on you. It doesn't work, because you have in fact played chess before. She seems to have played as well: she just doesn't care. Her attention drifts off the board to the personal habits of the other supplicants: apparently Rose is too uptight, Alice is a barbarian, you couldn't pay her to get in bed with Portia's spider legs, and the chocolate here sucks. "They don't call me Cocoa for nothing," she says, heedlessly tossing a knight into the jaws of your army. "Care to try some?" She produces a contraband chocolate bar from the sleeve of her robe, and you whistle lowly: getting something past Ishaza is no easy feat.

"Sure," you say, and take a piece.

It's bitter and chalky and awful. You sneak a glance at the wrapper: 95% pure cacao ultradark. Well. That explains that. You chew and swallow dedicatedly, not letting Cocoa see weakness - but she grins anyway. Yes, you think to yourself, definitely a sadist.

Cocoa loses quickly after that, her waning attention puttering out completely: she shakes your hand and bows to you, then goes wandering off into the lunchtime crowd. Her lackluster showing doesn't seem to have drawn much attention from the rest of the supplicants.

Aya announces herself by draping a tail across your shoulders: accepting the teacup she offers you with both hands, you take a measured sip. Anything's better than the lingering taste of that chocolate bar.

This tea really isn't much of an improvement, though.

Aya smiles at your sour look, and pats your shoulder gently. "Alright, alright, there's no need to make such a face. I'll take it away."

"Please." You hand your cup back up to her, and off she goes again.

And here's another challenger, right on cue. She doesn't speak, just sits down across from you and starts arranging her pieces. She has dusky grey wings, and feathers in her silver hair. Harpy? Aasimar? Something unusual, at least.

You play in companiable silence: she's more of a match than Cocoa, but you still defeat her solidly. Seeing your mate in three, she lays her king down, curtseys, and retreats. Shy girl, that one.

Aya's still not back yet, and you're starting to attract some attention, so you go on and make short work of the next two challengers: the first, Kayla, a wolfgirl who was definitely getting off on losing: the second, Shannon, a thirtysomething human woman who you deeply suspect has been day-drinking since four AM. You make a mental note to inquire about her later: you'd follow up now, but a crowd is starting to form. Apparently the sight of a full Priestess playing chess is somewhat of an attraction - one that draws even more eyes once you're sitting snuggled in Aya's lap.

A fair-skinned elven woman, Lily, gives the pair of you a good run for your money, but you eke out a win. The crowd seems relieved: she seems disappointed. You pick up more gossip as you play: apparently you should have a match with Ipsea in the garden if you have any spare time, she's starved for company.

Rose appears from her private room while you're in the middle of a tutorial match with a butterfly-winged girl who's never played before: Cocoa tries to flag her down, but she flees before she can be accosted by the crowd. You can't blame her.

You're more surprised when the crowd ropes in an unfamiliar green-eyed woman. She shrugs. She doesn't speak. She makes her first move.

Aya takes over for you six moves in, and the woman laughs. "Finally, matchingly, gorgeously, finally!", she chirps - and though her sing-song halfrhyme should be childish and eccentric at best, every note of it thrums through your body, raising the hairs on the back of your neck.

"Namelessly?", you find yourself echoing back.

"Melody!" she trills, and a impish smile parts her lips.
"Chess, the best/
to test, conquest/
a perfect board/
to overlord/
black and white and gaily!"

- that shouldn't work. That shouldn't work at all, but she makes it work.

You're in the presence of a muse.

"A muse, amused, bemused, confused?
Are you so rude, unintroduced?
Melody sings for all to use,
but must you stare so, Lady?"

You take a breath.
"Please don't shape my words to fit
some rhyme scheme of your choosing -
Will you not stop? Please cease, desist,
This game is not amusing."

She laughs, high and wild, like knives through windchimes.
"I am the muse! This is my game!
Though it's your board I'm playing,
yet still I'll play it just the same,
since I do plan on staying."

"I'd rather not I rhymed so much,
It just rather unsettles -
If you can make my words your bitch,
What's next? My mind, my - kettles?"

Melody winces.

You cough, and do your best to look apologetic.

-----

It's a close game, but Melody wins in the end. Everyone agrees it was a beautiful victory: Melody curtseys elegantly, and takes her leave.

You nuzzle Aya, and whisper in her ear:

"That one could be trouble."
 
Chess, pt. 2
Nobody else wants to follow Melody's performance, so you play Aya to give yourself an excuse to stay. As she slowly forces you to succumb with her damn bullshit fortress style, you casually scan your audience.

Cocoa's still hanging around: half of her chocolate bar is gone now, so apparently she actually eats the stuff. You suppose there's no accounting for taste. She's chatting with the wolfgirl - Kayla - and they're making a game of trading little claw-jabs when they think nobody is looking. They seem more embarrassed than angry, though, so it's proooobably a kink thing. Or maybe their friendship is just like that.

Lily is sitting at a table nearby, apparently reading a book but really hunting for weaknesses in your game. She notices you noticing her: closing her book with a snap, she gets up and steps in for a better view. You smile and nod to her, and then your gaze wanders onward.

The butterfly girl - you never did get her name - is hovering intently. Not a figure of speech: she's literally hovering, only barely managing to keep her nose out of the game. She's already cut herself off at the start of a sentence a half-dozen times now. Gently, Lily reaches up and pushes down on her shoulder: she flushes, and drops to the floor with a soft thump.

- wait, soft? Your gaze flicks downwards - yes, butterfly girl isn't wearing any shoes. You hide a giggle in a sip of your tea, and try to focus on the game for a moment.

The situation on the board is hopeless. The situation in your mind, though... you think you're starting to get a feel for the room. Cocoa is popular but also a bit of a dick: the shy feathered girl is very deliberately keeping the chess-table between the two of them. The butterfly girl - was that her name there? Anise? - no, there it is again. Alice. She doesn't get along with Cocoa, but is herself popular, probably because she's cute as heck and so obviously lost. Lily keeps her own counsel, but is more in Alice's camp than Cocoa's. Nobody's mentioned Shannon in a non-disparaging light, which only deepens your feeling that she needs help pronto: on the contrary, Melody's name is uttered with almost an air of reverence. "Spider lady" is never actually named: she supposedly associates with "violin weirdo", but unsurprisingly neither are in attendance. You could mention that you play violin, but... best to let that lie for now, before you really understand what's going on here. "Ipsea" also gets a lot of mentions - Alice won't stop talking about how wonderful she is and how you should definitely do next match with her, and wonder of wonders, Cocoa agrees. That alone makes you want to see her - though you are a little perplexed by the fact that nobody has run to go get her, instead insisting that the game move out to the garden.

You give Aya a significant look: she raises an eyebrow at you. It's at times like this that you wish the Goddess' blessings included telepathy. Instead, you concede the match.

- Okay, well, you had planned to get some lunch with Aya and talk to her about what to do next, but you know crowds well enough to not even raise the suggestion. Everyone is intent that the two of you go talk to Ipsea, so you and Aya allow yourselves to be herded out into the sunny garden.

Ipsea, it turns out, is a plant. A plant-woman, to be precise: it's immediately obvious why she couldn't come to you, given that she was obviously transplantedto the garden. She calls out as the crowd appears: "Oh, what's this? What treasures have been brought for me now?" Wiggling back and forth in the enormous blossom that - is her legs, it doesn't hide them, it is them - she claps her hands together and grins. "Oh, how marvelous, an entire two full priestesses have come to court! Thanks for dropping in, Elisandra, Aya: I'm afraid I'm rather short on accommodations, but anything to distract. Soul of a wanderer short a good pair of legs, you know how it is." She waves down at her flower - then her attention shifts to the crowd surrounding you.

"Won't someone get these two priestesses something to eat? I don't want them to starve, and I expect you've been utterly hogging their attention!"

Kayla grins, and snaps off a crisp salute. "Yes Ipsea, right away Ipsea!" She vaults a planter of flowers in her haste to obey.

As you step into Ipsea's presence, you curtsey demurely: out of the corner of your eye, you notice Aya doing the same. "Thank you for your generosity, Ipsea. Do you have a table we could use? Your court seems to be rather insistent that we play you at chess."

Ipsea looks around, and meets Lily's gaze. "Would you mind bringing a table and chairs for our esteemed guests, Lily? I'm not sure where Alice's left them - over by the patio, perhaps?"

Lily goes and fetches.

Then her attention falls on you: she smiles, and it's warm and genuine and charming and lovely. She's not beautiful, not really, for all that she's a giant flower - but that smillllle. You could sun yourself on it.

"Do you want anything else?" she asks, and you have to visibly pause before you answer. It's just so hard not to trust her.

"Nothing comes to mind," you lie. In truth, you want lessons. This must be the level of persuasive skill you develop when you're dependent on others for anything that takes more than a long reach. Even Aya...

You glance at her, and she nods the slightest fraction. Yeah, even Aya might not be able to match her on approachability. How on earth hadn't you heard about this woman's skills? She had to have been transplanted at considerable expense -

... This smells of Ishaza. From the subtle shift in Aya's expression, you assume she's come to the same conclusion.

You open your mouth -

And Aya cuts you off. "But I'll take a vanilla ice cream if you've got one."

You blink - such disrespect! - and then your thoughts jumble as you remember that you outrank Ipsea, not the other way around. Is there something in the air?

Ipsea laughs. "Sure, I'll get you one if we turn out to have any. Anything else?"

Calmly, Aya lights her pipe, and breathes out sweet-smelling smoke. "Really, I'd settle for that match I wanted. Where's Lily with the table?"

Ipsea shrugs. "She'll probably be back any minute now. Care to chat while we wait?"

"Well," Aya says, "I'd like to discuss how you're enjoying our accommodations here. I've heard Tasha is managing your garden?"

"She keeps me very well looked after, yes. Was there some concern...?"

"Just double-checking my sister's work. Speaking of which, I believe you had some duties to attend to, Elisandra?"

You take the hint, and curtsey. "Yes, I do. If you'll excuse me...?"

"It's no trouble."

You retreat with dignity: thaaaaaat was not a conversation you wanted to be in right now.

- now then. Aya's providing such a nice distraction, it would be a shame to waste it: it's time to go check up on the outcasts.
 
Chess, Pt. 3
You find the outcasts in one of the hall's private rooms: voices drifting through a doorway, accompanied by the shuffling of cards. You knock, and -

"Eep!"

-thaaaaat is a really big spider. Woman. Spider-woman. She's seven feet tall if she's an inch, and her entire lower body is, um, spider. You don't flee, but - that is really a lot of spider.

She sighs. "I told Shannon to keep it down. What do you want?"

"Um, I - I heard there was a poker game," you guess. "Could I join?"

She raises an eyebrow, but - scuttles - back, opening the door wider. It's. It's going to take you a little while to get used to how all those legs move.

"Come in," she says. "Welcome to the table. I'm Portia, the giant spider. Aura's a violin, Shannon's constantly drunk, Sofya will give you unsolicited fashion advice, and Sunshine's gender is 'fuck you.' If you've got a problem with any of that, leave now. It'll save us all a lot of trouble."

You shrug as you step inside. "I'll manage. What are the stakes?"

"Well, we considered betting for Cocoa's chocolate, but nobody wanted to win it. So we tried betting for not having to eat it, but that made the game too desperate and unfun. We're doing truths now, Sofya folded us origami chips for it. Cranes are casual, boats are naughty, seashells are deep, roses are anything. Ten cranes to a boat, ten boats to a seashell, ten seashells to a rose. - Speaking of Rose, if you're just here because you're looking for her, she's out right now."

You shake your head. "No, no, deal me in please. I'll break a seashell to start with."

"Most of us are playing with a full rose, but - Sofya, do you have another color for the elven lady?"

A pink-haired woman in a business suit looks over her shoulder. "Yeah, I do, and show some respect: that's Elisandra Whyte you're talking to there."

Portia rolls her eyes. "Yes, I didn't notice. Deal her in, if you would?"

"Give me a second to finish this round and settle up, and then I'll fold her some chips." She looks back at the table as a deathly-pale girl makes the flop, and raps her knuckles twice against the wood. " - Does Elisandra get to hear the truths? She hasn't been playing."

"We're still working with it's one chip larger to make somebody tell everyone, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then she hears those: they're public anyway."

Sauntering across the room as casually as you can manage, you take in the players. Despite the rule about trainees wearing robes, everyone here's dressed in their own things: you suppose it would have been hard to get a dress fit for Portia's hairy exoskeleton (ew ew ew), but Sofya's got her business suit and pencil skirt, Aura's wearing a deep blue dress speckled with stars, Shannon's going with a dress shirt and slacks, and Sunshine - you aren't sure wether to call that a kilt or a skirt, though that's definitely a tank top, and, uh. - why are you staring, there is a giant spider not two feet away and you are pretty sure Aura's literally dead, what the fuck brain.

Sunshine waves. "Hey." His - her - their voice is a light baritone, or possibly a deep alto, with a slight trace of a southern drawl. "I see the look works." They smile, cherry-red lips curving up, and lean forwards, tanned arms shifting with sculpted muscle. You'd usually call a ponytail like that feminine, but on Sunshine it strikes you as the kind of style a regimental officer might have worn a few centuries ago. "Are we going to have a problem?"

You flush. "Uh - you're very attractive in an entirely third way from the ways I'm attracted to either men or women, and I may have to take some time to have an existential crisis. Also I may fuck up your pronouns. Other than that, I think we're good?"

She shrugs. "I accept anything except he or she: if you're having serious trouble, just call me Sunshine a lot, or alternate between the two. 'You there' is fine. If you've got other questions, win them off me like everybody else." Gesturing at his large pile of chips, he grins. "Though you might have some trouble with that."

Your gaze flicks around the table, taking in the current standings: Shannon's losing the shirt off her back, while Sofya's traded half her stack for about the same amount in three other colors. It looks like Aura's a tight player: she's hardly gained or lost anything. Portia's down a bit, which makes Sunshine the current table leader - they've got a full Shell off of Shannon already.

Aura wins the current round, turning over her cards with a jerky hand: her glassy-eyed stare and white-knuckled grip on the violin in her lap are almost as creepy in their own way as Portia's spider legs. "Reeeeeead 'mn weeeep," she slurs. "'fl howwwwwz, kins fla threes."

You have to glance down to make sure you got that right: full house, kings full of threes.

Grinning like a dope, Aura sweeps the pot, taking boats off of Sunshine, Shannon and Portia alike. You refrain from asking why the boats appear to have a clitoris.

Sofya catches you looking, though, and grins. "That's the boatman."

You nod seriously. "I see."

"Mmmmmhm," she deadpans. "I believe you do."

Well then, uh. Let's. Let's get this game started, shall we?

[ ] On second thought, flee. Flee to the fucking hills. You're supposed to be avoiding stress, right? Poker with too many legs and not enough living people is not your idea of a fun time.
[ ] Sofya seems alright, and you need to talk to Shannon. You'll stay and do your best to be polite.
[X] Despite being really aggressively weird, they don't seem like bad people. Don't judge books by their covers, etc. You'll do your best to get to know them.

[ ] Everyone else is playing with a full rose: if you deal in with just a shell, you'll be eaten alive. Bet some of your larger secrets.
[X] A shell is quite enough, thank you very much.

[ ] Sit between Shannon and Sofya.
[ ] Sit between Sofya and Aura.
[ ] Sit between Aura and Portia.
[X] Sit between Portia and Sunshine.
[ ] Sit between Sunshine and Shannon.
 
Poker?
- well, there's no helping it now. You've done this before, right? Like with that slime girl a few years back. It'll be an adventure!

Taking a deep breath, you sit down between Sunshine and Portia. Your gaze starts to tend to your right, at all those spider legs -

No, dwelling on it won't do anyone any good. You look to your left.

...okay, that's a more pleasant sort of dwelling (Black nail polish! Chunky bracelets!) but you're supposed to be focussing on the game. You look at Sofya across the table: she's gotten out a stack of violet origami paper, her adroit hands firmly putting in creases. It seems she's already on to her second crane.

Looking up at you, she winces sympathetically. "Sorry, I don't have chips already built for you - you'll have to sit out a round, assuming I can do these fast. Which I can." She keeps folding as she talks, her hands working on their own. "I've only folded what, a million cranes? I'll admit I'm less practiced with the boats, and the shells and roses take a bit of time, but I can get you a starting stake reasonably quickly. You're sure you just want a shell? The blind is a boat, so..."

You shrug. "I'll just have to win some more chips quickly, then."

"Wellllll," Sofya hums, "It doesn't quite work like that in this version..."

"Mmmmmmhm," mumbles Shannon. "'tupid rule."

"We decided it was unfair to let people bet secrets that aren't theirs," Sunshine clarifies. "It would mean good players wouldn't ever have to tell anybody anything, which is against the spirit of the game."

You raise an eyebrow. "Poker?"

"Truth."

"Truth is a game?"

"It's truth or dare, without dares, so..." Sunshine tosses a green boat into the table's centre, then glances down at their cards: they sigh. "Check."

"And with poker," Sofya continues, hands still folding, "so really it's Truth Poker, except you'd expect Truth Poker to involve, I dunno, face-up hole cards or something. So just Truth."

"Nnnnnna trubez?"

Portia rolls her eyes. "Truth Bets is just awkward. I wanted to call it Spider's Web, but for some reason nobody else thought that was a good idea."

"Izzen' your game, Legseses," Shannon slurs. "S'mine. Raise!" She shoves forwards a pair of boats.

You blink. "Wait, you came up with this?"

"dammnright I did. An don' you forgeddit."

You look around the table: everyone nods assent, though Aura's nod is more like she's headbanging at a concert.

Sunshine leans in: "She's sharper than she looks beneath all that vodka."

"I'll say. It's a good idea for a game."

"And she's good at it, too: she wins whenever she's halfway sober."

"...Which is why you're all taking the opportunity to fleece her while you can."

"Yep." They grin.

"Miss Whyte! Stop conspiring and pay attention!"

You look up, and Sofya waves a boatful of cranes at you. "This should be enough for you to get started, I'll fold more as we go along, please take it you're holding up play 'cause I can't see my cards."

You take the offered chips. "Deal me in?"

"Yeah, round hasn't reached you yet -" She checks her cards, and slides forwards two boats of her own. "Call."

Aura pushes her cards into the centre of the table, and flops back into her chair. "mmmmmmmmmrrrrn," she grumbles.

Portia checks her cards, and sighs. "Fold."

You sneak a peek at your own. Queen of spades, 8 of hearts - maybe worth seeing the flop. But you'd be betting a fifth of your stake... Better to get an idea of the players first. "I fold."

"Smart move," Sunshine says. "Call."

Reaching into the middle of the table, Sofya turns over the flop. Five, three and Jack of hearts.

Shannon groans. "Ugh. Fine, I fold. Stupid damn deck..."

Sofya raises an eyebrow. "Alright then. Check." She looks levelly at Sunshine across the table.

They look at their pile of chips, then nod. "Check."

Sofya turns over another card: 9 of diamonds. "Hmmm. Well then... Raise you a crane."

"Call."

Sofya flips the final card: Jack of Diamonds. She smiles. "I raise you a shell."

Sunshine blinks. "- you're bluffing."

"Try me."

They tap their cards. "Uhhhhh..."

Portia sighs. "Hurry up and play!"

As Sunshine deliberates, you look over at Aura: yes, she's not breathing. How do you make small talk with a zombie...?

"Uh, Aura...?"

"Yez?"

"Portia says you're a violin - how does that, uh, work, exactly?"

She rolls her eyes. "Bet for it."

You blink. "- wait, did you just - "

"mmmmmuuuh?"

- okay, fine, you will bet for it if that's how it's going to be.

You look back at Sunshine, just in time for Sofya to scoop the pot. "Good call," she taunts.

"I wasn't betting a full shell against those odds, love." Sunshine shakes her head. "Next time raise smaller."

"Or I could have been bluffing. Now you'll never know!"

Sunshine shrugs. "You're the blind now, Eli."

You toss a boat into the pot, and accept the cards Shannon deals you. Two of clubs, Ace of hearts. "Check."

Sunshine adds another boat to the pot. "Check."

Shannon and Sofya call: Portia and Aura fold. Shannon sighs deeply, and eyeballs Aura. "You're gonna have to play soooometime, girrrrl."

Aura flops her head back and stares at the ceiling.

"Mhm. Yep. Okay. Well then, here's the flop you don't get to play."

Ace of spades, Six of clubs, Jack of spades - you've got a pair of aces!

Shannon grins. "Raise you a boat."

Sofya sighs. "Fold. It's to you, Miss Whyte."

You eyeball Shannon: from what you've seen already, she bluffs too much. "Call. Sofya, do you have a second boat for me?"

"Yep." She shows the table her masterwork, and puts it into the pot for you. "Sunshine?"

"Call."

Shannon picks up the deck, pauses, sets it down again, then turns over the top card. "Not dealing. Turn."

Sunshine raises an eyebrow. "You sure you should still be drinking?"

"I cn pace mysel... Sevenna heart, raise 'nother booooat."

That doesn't do much for your hand, but you're not any worse off either. "Call."

Sunshine considers.

"Oh get on with it!" snaps Portia, two of her forelegs rubbing together. "I want to see what our priestess has in hand."

"Fine then, I call."

Last card: King of Clubs. Shannon rolls her eyes. "Raise 'nother boat."

You wince: four out of ten boats is - a lot. But it's also a good chunk of a juicy secret from Shannon or Sunshine... "Call."

Sunshine glances at Portia. "I see your raise and raise you another boat."

- Wait, Sunshine's still in. Shit. You may have made a tactical error.

"Call," insists Shannon. "Blufffiiiiiiiinnnng."

Well, you still have a pair of aces: worst case Sunshine has a queen and a ten for an ace-high straight, but you don't think they'd have gone chasing that. So maybe they also have an ace. Your other hole card is a two...

You suck in air through your teeth, and tap the table. "mmmmmmmmmm..."

Portia's anxious leg-rubbing sounds coming from next to your ear aren't helping. You look up at her, and she opens her mouth -

"I call."

Sofya tosses another boat into the pot for you: you do your best not to stare at it morosely.

"Annnd showdown. Shannon, what've you got?"

"Pair of aces, King high."

- she wasn't bluffing?!

"Miss Whyte?"

"Same: Pair of aces, King high."

"Sunshine?"

They grin. "Sorry ladies, but this one's mine. Two pair, Jacks and Sevens."

You and Shannon groan in unison, watching as your stakes disappear into Sunshine's growing pile of chips.

"I swear yor cheatin somehow," Shannon grouses.

"How?" Sunshine asks. "You dealt that whole round."

"I dunnnno, but when I find ouuuut..." She waves an unsteady finger.

"I'll tell you how I do it, Shannon: I play well."

"Bah!" Shannon grins. "Not cheating is for lossseerrrs like me."

"You're not a loser, Shannon - "

"Why'm I down so many chips then?" She rolls her eyes. "Geddonwifit an' deal."

"What she said," Portia agrees.

Another round of cards: you're still in the blinds, so you put a sixth boat into the pot with a sigh.Sofya's really making good time folding these for you. Your cards are meh at best: four and five of hearts. Portia checks, Sunshine calls, Shannon folds, Sofya and Aura call.

Sunshine smiles as they turn over the flop: "Glad you could join us, Aura."

She flops her head forwards in a nod. "mmmmhhhrrrm."

You look at the flop: Seven of hearts, Four of diamonds, Queen of hearts. You've got a pair of fours... Wait, you're one card away from a queen-high flush! Biting your cheek, you watch as the other players bet. Sunshine raises a boat, Sofya folds, Aura flings another boat into the pot, Portia calls, you - call, fuck it. You have a what, 50% chance of getting another heart in the next two cards? Something like that.

Sunshine turns over the next card, and it's the Jack of Fucking Hearts.

You keep your best poker face: Aura raises another boat, but unless she has the Ace or King of hearts she'll lose to you. You call, Sunshine calls: the last card is the Queen of Diamonds.

Sunshine grins, and raises a shell.

Aura stares at them glassily, and raises a shell right back.

And then Portia raises a third damn shell.

- normally you'd fold right about now, but you have a queen-high flush, and Sunshine only raised a shell after that second queen came up. They could maybe have a flush, but if they do it's probably no better than yours - and if they have a queen in hand, they could only have a full house! A flush beats a full house, right?

You...
[ ] Fold.
[ ] Go all in with your current chips.
[ ] Get Sofya to break a rose for you, and call three shells.
[X] Get Sofya to break a rose for you, and raise another shell to four.
[ ] Get Sofya to break a rose for you, and raise with all of it.
 
Heart of the Cards
"...I raise another Shell," you say. "Sofya, can you break a Rose for me?"

She grins. "Definitely. Glad to have you in the game, Miss Whyte."

You look at Sunshine. "So. What now, hmmm?" You can't help but let a little smugness creep into your voice.

They wince. "I... fold."

"Aura?"

She stares at you glassily, and pushes three shells forwards. "Raise."

Portia's legs click together, and she sucks air through her teeth. "sssssssssscall." She pushes another two shells into the pot.

You raise an eyebrow, and make a show of tapping your cards, but - you can definitely win with this.

"Call. And that's the round, ladies: Queen-high flush!" You proudly show off your suited four and five.

Aura facepalms. "You bet that hard with just a flush? Come on! If I'd had a full house -"

"You'd still have lost! And you didn't, anyway, what did you even have - ?"

"Junk. Pair of queens, king high." She turns over the king of clubs and the ten of diamonds.

Sunshine pinches their nose. "Portia. Please tell me you have the full house."

She smiles, and turns over the queen of spades.

"Wait, a full house doesn't beat a flush, right -"

"It does," the entire rest of the table informs you.

"So that means -"

Portia grins. "Your fate hangs entirely on this last card here." She taps its back.

You grimace. "And it's...?"

She flips it up. "The two of diamonds, but you should've seen your face. Congratulations, Eli."

Sunshine facepalms. "Ugh. Ughhhhh."

Sofya glances over. "What did you have?"

"Not telling."

"Fine, I'll spend a boat on it. What did you have? It's not deep or naughty or personal, what did you have? Make sure to tell the whole class."

Sunshine groans, and flips over the four of spades and the queen of clubs. "The fucking full house, which I would've won with if Aura hadn't been bluffing her ass off - since when do you bluff??"

Aura shrugs.

"Fuck, fine, I'll spend a boat on it: How much have you been bluffing?"

She rolls her eyes. "Not often, but more than zero."

"- Why'd you bluff this time?"

She shrugs again. "That'll take you a Shell."

Sunshine raises an eyebrow. "Convenient, but fine. Okay, this one's for Eli then - Did you really not know that a Full House beats a flush?"

You flush to match your cards. "Uh. Yes."

Aura giggles. "Aww, so cuuuuute! Haven't you ever played poker before? Don't clients want you to...?"

You shrug. "I'm more a lucky charm at those kinds of parties: they don't expect you to sit down and play. And I assume you'll give me a crane for that?"

She tosses you one of her own blue-dyed chips. "Sure."

You frown at her. "- Incidentally, why the heck are you so animated all of a sudden? You're moving more smoothly, you're not slurring, you're a lot more, uh -"

"Alive?"

"...you said it, not me."

"That'll cost you a shell, but I'll tell the whole table 'cause the rest of them already know."

You sigh, but toss her a shell out of your winnings. "Go on."

"So you've probably guessed already, but this body's dead."

You nod. "Yeah, uh, that was fairly clear."

"I'm the violin."

"Yes, so much was already explained to me."

"I can possess the bodies of people who hold me, or fresh enough corpses - don't look at me like that, this body was ethically sourced - no you may not ask whose it is for less than a rose - anyway, my ability to do that is porportional to the strength of the emotions I'm feeling, and losing that pot's given me a good rush of interest and enthusiasm to chat with. Some days I literally can't get up in the morning without help: other days I'm as alive as anybody. Ha, any body."

"So it's not an act at all, you're literally more alive when you feel alive?"

She sucks air through her teeth. "Well, I tend to play it up a little around people I don't know, because there are days where I'm actually like that, and I don't want them to feel like they got something that they didn't sign up for. The ones who just dismiss me out of hand as a creepy dead girl generally weren't worth talking to, anyway."

"- How'd you end up as a violin, anyway?"

"Personal history's always a Shell, table rules. You sure?"

You toss another one at her, and she snatches it out of the air. "Try me."

"I played the violin. I got run over by a car. Now, I am the violin. Frankly, I'd call it an upgrade."

"So you're a ghost girl?"

"And the violin is my anchor, yes. I won't charge you for that 'cause it was just a clarification on the same question."

"Has anyone ever played you?"

"Rose. - I mean that'd take a rose, not Rose the person."

You nod. "Alright. - Can you, uh, manifest?"

"Mmmmm, that's anything from a rose to a crane depending on how much detail you want."

You toss her a crane. "Give me the basics."

"Yes, but only to certain people, and it sucks."

Another pair of cranes. "Can you move things while manifested? Are you solid?"

"A little, no." She drums her fingers on the table: the first two ta-ta-taps are smooth, but the third just goes 'thunk.' "Quick, ask me a more interesting question before I go all zombie on you again."

"uhhhh- Have you ever had sex while possessing someone else?" You pass over a boat.

Her eyebrows shoot up. "Oooh, good question. Yes." She pockets the boat.

"- Is that all the detail you have to give me?"

Sunshine chimes in: "It's another of the same chip to force someone to go on until you're satisifed with the answer. Unless that'd push it into another category, of course."

Aura nods. "Yeah, so pay up."

You toss a third shell at her. "Might as well get my money's worth. Does your host need to be touching your violin the whole time? If so, how'd you manage that during sex? Do you share sensations? Can you talk to your host telepathically? Who gets to be in control of the body, you or the owner? Have you ever talked to Kumi about hypnosis? Lust and love qualify as strong emotions, right? How long have you been a violin? Have you had other bodies before? Does your violin have senses without a host or manifestation? Since I'm asking lewd questions anyway, what are your top five kinks? Do you need to sleep, drink, eat? Are you fertile? Uh, sorry if that last one was too personal, it's just - you're trying to become a Priestess, right? Why do you want to be a Priestess? - actually, that last one's for everyone."

Aura takes a breath. "Uh, let me see - yes they need to hold me, yes I can talk telepathically, we share control but will is involved, I don't know Kumi, yes I've had other bodies, no my violin doesn't have senses, I'm a violin, no I don't need to do biological processes, again I'm a violin, no I'm not fertile, I'm still a violin, yes I want to be a priestess, getting why would take... A rose, I think. Maybe just a shell. But I do want to be able to have children."

You nod. "And the lewd questions you're trying to avoid...?"

"... Lust and love qualify as strong emotions, um, uh, face-down over a desk with my violin out in front of me, and uh top five kinks..."

She looks away. "...come here and let me whisper them, you didn't pay enoughhhhhh..."

You get up and walk around Portia's thorax, and lean in close: across the table, you notice Sunshine leaning in to listen to Sofya.

Aura shifts in: her breath is cold on your ear. "I like... sharing a body with people I love... sensation play, knowing my lover has control over what I feel if anything at all... um, sweet, gentle sex, I have to be careful with my body and I like knowing my lover is careful with it too... um, um... I've fantasized about having a threesome where I swapped hosts back and forth... That's five right?"

"Four."

"Damnit. Um, and I - I like having my partner surrender control to me to let me masturbate using their body, I, um. yeah. no repeating any of this okay?"

You nod, a blush on your cheeks. "Your secret's safe with me."

Shannon looks at you blearily. "Mmmmmmm, cn' I ask a question? Why're you here? What're you doing with us?"

"- You don't have any chips."

Sunshine holds up a boat. "Boat good enough for it?"

You think back on Liath, and wince. "- Nope, sorry."

They sigh, absently adjusting one of their arm bangles. "Oh well. In that case - who here do you think is attractive?"

"Uh," you hesitate.

[X] Aura's actually surprisingly cute, and her kinks have gotten your mind racing with lewd ideas.
[X] Portia does have a lot of spider legs, but she's also half a beautiful woman. Now that you've acclimated to her, that little thrill of fear just makes her even hotter.
[X] Sunshine's damn hot, regardless of what gender they may or may not be.

[ ] Shannon's maybe not given you the best impression beneath all the booze, but what you do see intrigues you.
[ ] Sofya's boats imply she's unashamed of her sexuality, and her obvious dexterity makes you wonder what else she could do with her hands...

Elisandra won fairly, though somewhat luckily.

All poker hands were randomly generated in the sequence shown, though who got which pair of hole cards was manipulated to produce action from all players across the three rounds. I did not see the flop before picking who got which set of hole cards.

Sunshine's five of spades was retconned into a four of spades so that she'd lose due to being bluffed out by Aura's uncharacteristic play, rather than raising with only three of a kind against a potential full house/flush. I'd actually missed the potential full house when I was first writing the update, but didn't go back and question all of the play to that point. Therefore I'm using Authorial Cheating to fix my mistake and make Sunshine better at poker than me.
 
Truths
"- Well, obviously I'm attracted to you, let's get that out of the way."

Sunshine nods, and makes a rolling "get on with it" motion with one hand.

"... And Portia is at least as hot as she is scary, I kind of like the idea of - that'll cost you extra. But she's attractive. And Aura is surprisingly cute, and her kinks..." You grin. "...aren't mine to share, get them out of her yourself."

Sunshine inclines their head towards the other side of the table. "Shannon, Sofya?"

"Well, I don't know much about them and they're - this is going to sound shallow. They're just humans? So there's no - immediate interest -"

They raise an eyebrow. "May I remind you that I'm a human?"

"- but you're obviously atypical, there's intrigue there -"

Sunshine's outright eyeballing you now.

"- I should probably shut up before I stick my foot in my mouth any further."

Portia tsks. "I thought priestesses were supposed to be smooth. Haven't you ever met somebody without a gender before?"

"Well, yes, but they were - constructs and things, it was the default assumption -"

"And if one of them had decided they were a guy or a girl, would you have had a problem with that?"

You frown. "No, I mean I didn't, I actually knew someone like that and it was a total nonissue -"

"Because the natural assumption is that people have genders?"

"- yeah, I guess. But -"

"Ladies," Sunshine breaks in, "you can debate gender later. May I remind you we're in the middle of a game, and Elisandra still hasn't finished answering my question?"

"- right." You consider Sofya and Shannon again. "Uh, Shannon, no offense, but 'drunk' isn't an attractive look on anybody."

"Mmmmhm."

"As for you, Sofya - I've seen some flashes of something, but I think I'd need to get to know you better before I really knew if we had chemistry."

She spreads her hands. "Go on then, you've got chips."

You roll your eyes. "I've got one of your boats."

"You'd better spend it wisely then, Miss Whyte."

You hum softly. "Alright, casual questions then - what got you into origami?"

"I'm a fashion designer, so I already work a lot with sheets of material. Sure, most fabrics won't hold a crease without help, but some of the same techniques are transferrable to things like pleats. And it's a lot more portable than trying to haul a dressmaker's form everywhere."

"Do you think I might have worn anything you've helped build?"

"Well, it's possible - I've worked with a few major houses - but I mostly take an organizational role these days. Anything you might have worn would be decades out of fashion by now."

"Why become a priestess?"

"- for only a crane? Well, you get what you pay for. I was getting creatively stale and wanted to shake my life up a little."

"...so you decided to run away to a fertility cult."

She shrugs. "Like I said, you get what you pay for. Next question."

You frown, rubbing your lip with the back of your nail. "Actually, I think I'll save the rest of my chips for now."

"Fine by me."

Portia yawns. "Good thing too, I was getting terribly bored. Can we have another round?"

You look up at the spider-woman. "Just for that, I'm spending a shell on this. Same question I asked Aura: what are your top five kinks? Loud, so the whole table can hear."

She raises an eyebrow. "Sure you want to do that, Eli?"

"I'm quite sure, thank you."

"...Alright then. I - I like to be in charge -"

You hold up a hand, and look over at Sunshine. "Is 'I'm dominant' really a kink?"

They tilt their head. "Vote of the table? Raise your hand for yes."

Aura and Portia raise their hands: nobody else does.

"The nays have it. Try again, Portia."

She scowls, crossing her arms. "Fine! I like to hurt people, I like to tie people up and have my way with them, and I want to have my own harem of sex slaves that I'll keep in chastity until they beg to serve me."

"- How many kinks is the harem of chastised sex slaves?"

"I think that's three - chastity, ownership, group sex?"

Sofya raises a finger. "She didn't say she wanted them to worship her simultaneously, now did she?"

Shannon grins, and shakes her head.

Aura nods. "One more!"

Portia pinches her nose. "...and I want somebody who'll go on dates with me in public."

"Awwwwww," goes the table in unison.

Aura pats Portia's thorax encouragingly. "I'm sure you'll find someone to love you, Portia" she says. "You just have to keep hoping."

"That said," interjects Sofya, "still not a kink. I want sexy details, not romantic ones!"

You wave her down. "Romance counts as a kink."

Sunshine nods. "It's a really good kink."

You raise an eyebrow, and toss them a shell. "It is, huh? List your top five for me too, then."

"Uh," they hesitate. "- I like being hurt, I like being owned, I like doing scary shit, I like... c'mon, I've gotta have more than three kinks -"

"Romance?", you prompt.

"Yeah I guess, but - there's a different thing. I guess I'd call it freedom? Confidence, maybe? I like - people who know who they are. Tattoos, piercings - body modification? I've had to do a ton myself to get anywhere near who I wanted to be, so - ergh, this is getting into shell territory. Anyway, it's hot. And for the fifth kink - branding, I want to be owned by someone and I want to know that on my skin forever."

You look back and forth between Portia and Sunshine. "... Have you two had sex yet?"

"uh -"

You toss a boat at Portia. "Go on, speak up."

"...no."

Sofya laughs. "Why not?"

Sunshine crosses their arms. "- come on, were we supposed to be telepathic or something?"

Portia smiles. "Lady's got a point though, Sunshine. We do seem to have really compatible kinks."

"That's beside the point! And - Fuck it, I'm not letting this stand. Portia, how many of Sofya's boats have you got?"

"Seven."

"I've got five, so together we have a shell. Want to make her cough up too?"

"With pleasure."

Each of them hand over five boats: Sofya nods graciously as she accepts each one. After counting them twice, she clears her throat, and announces:

"I'm Sofya Winslet, and I'm a huge pervert. I like complex bondage scenes, sex toys hidden beneath clothes, crotchless panties, and kinks I haven't tried. I organize orgies in my spare time and have designed multiple dresses to hide covert vibrators. More than anything else, I like it when humans apply their ingenuity to creating new kinds of sex, because that means that we're putting our brains to work to satisfy our animal urges. Oh! - condoms are really fucking hot because they mean we're having sex just for pleasure and not for, y'know, the intended purpose. - not that I don't like breeding, I actually have a persistent fantasy of waking up one day and discovering I've been impregnated while I was sleeping, though I don't like the idea of being physically tossed around - like I said, it's hotter when we use our capable minds to come up with new ways to fuck. Let's see, what else - obviously that means I love phone sex and cybering, though Ishaza made me hand over my phone at the door - in case you're wondering, no I'm not telling you all this because I'm an exhibitionist, I'm just unashamed of my sexuality, I'm not getting off on this - okay maybe slightly, but that's just because I'm fantasizing, not because you knowing is inherently hot. Though I could try and develop it, I've done that with kinks before, ask me about the girlfriend I had who was really into my ass - anyway. To sum up: I kink on kinks. It's truly the kinkiest of kinks."

There's silence around the table for a moment.

"...You know, I only asked for five," Sunshine says.

Sofya shrugs. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. And now I think we come to our priestess? Ha, 'come to.'"

Sunshine rolls her eyes, and passes you a boat. "You don't have to tell everybody out loud - but are you going to let Sofya upstage you?"

You halfsmile. "No, no I'm not.

I'm Elisandra Whyte, and I'm a Priestess of the Goddess. I enjoy sharing my body with my clients, giving them pleasure, and carrying their children. Breeding is hot as hell and I wish I could get knocked up every single day of the year. I want to belong to my lovers, though I'm more dominant than submissive - having their child inside me is like ultimate proof of their attraction to me.

I also enjoy sexual challenges, people with unusual bodies or kinks, anything new or exciting - I have a strong competitive drive and I want to be the best at sex, since it's what I've decided to make my life around. I'm a masochist - but, again, usually dominant, yes that does work that way, no you may not argue, I don't get off on whipping you but I will if you force me to. Clawmarks are another good way of feeling like I belong to someone: lipstick marks and hickeys just don't remind me for long enough. Branding is hot in theory, but terrifying in practice - I don't like pain that much. Rough sex is lovely, though. Let's see, what else - I have a girlfriend and she comes first, and my biggest kink is for her. I think that's all."

Aura claps quietly, little taps of her fingertips against her palm. "Good job." Then she looks over at Sunshine. "Want to complete the set?"

Sunshine shrugs, and tosses Shannon's shell back to her. "Hey, if you're still awake: top five kinks."

She looks blearily at the shell, and rubs her forehead with her palm. "Do I have to."

"You're the one who made the rules."

She groans. "Why'd I go an' do a stupid thing like that? Fiine, fine." She flops forwards, resting her elbow on the table and her head in her palm. "'m Shannon... something... an' I like havin' a job, which I don', an' getting paid, which I don', an' -" She takes her glasses off and rubs her face. "...so, uh, whoring, I guess, whatmisayin. Kinks. Kinks kinks kinks." She takes a deep breath.

"... maybe another time -"

"Nono, you asked. You asked. Don' lik the answer don' ask the quesshun."

She lays her palms flat on the table, and shakes her head blearily. "m'drunk. Fuck. Why'mi alays drun." She sighs. "mmmmmmrrrn."

Sofya and Aura share a look across the table. "Shannon," Sofya starts, "we should really get you to bed so you can sleep this off-"

"Nodbefore - quesshun." She takes another breath, and puts her glasses back on. "M' twenny an' - an' m' a version. Verjen. Haven' had sex. Bu- bu imagen bein' kissed' be nice. An' - wanna get hel' down an' fucked. Rape fannnasie, commen for wommen." She taps the table sagely, as if she's just dispensed some ancient wisdom. "An' - worse, wanna be a toy, wanna get used, wanna get ignored, wanna slave. Slave still - attention. Attentioned. Get attention. Whatever."

She sighs again. "- sorry for ruinin' things, I guess I'll - go bed." She stands.

Aura grabs her sleeve. "You're not ruining things, and you can stay if you want to. I don't think you're bad, and it's ok that you haven't had sex, alright?"

Sofya sighs. "Don't encourage her, Aura. She needs to get some sleep. I'll go with her and make sure she gets back to her room safely, ok?"

Shannon sways on her feet, and looks back at the table. "Go? Not?"

Sunshine and Portia hesitate.

[X] Offer to go with her instead.
[ ] Ask someone else to go with her.
[ ] Let the pair of them go.
[ ] She'll be fine on her own: ask Sofya to stay.
[ ] Ask her to stay.
 
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Good Deed For The Day
You start up from your chair: "It's okay, I'll take her -"

Sofya's already wrapped one arm around Shannon's shoulders: she waves you off with her free hand. "Take her where? It's not as if you know where she's staying -"

"I'll put her in one of the unoccupied private rooms, I'm a Priestess you know, I have keys -"

"'Mheeeere, y'know," Shannon slurs. "Don' talkover..."

Sofya nods. "That's a good idea, but I'm going with her. Do you trust me with a key?"

You sigh, and pull a brass key from your purse. "- yeah, sure. Keep in mind if I don't get this back you'll answer to Ishaza."

Sofya takes it, and bows low. "Thank you, Miss Whyte. I'll see to it she's looked after."

"I'd go with her too, but -" You bite the inside of your lip. "- now that I think about it, I don't want to have to maybe repel her drunken advances. Work's been bad, and - she's really got some self-image issues, doesn't she."

"Mstillheeeereeee..."

"Shhhhh," croons Sofya. "It'll be okay." Looking back up at you, she nods. "Yeah, this is a bit of a last-ditch effort for her. Hopefully the Order can help her."

"Mmmmmrm."

"Did you know her, before?"

Sofya shakes her head, and starts to lead Shannon away. "C'mon now, easy does it, just lean on me -"

You watch them go. You want to help, but - you've learned from bitter experience that sometimes the best thing you can do to help is to not get in someone else's way.

Sunshine steps out into the hallway, and watches for a few moments: then they close the door, and wander back to the table.

"Well," they say, absently running their fingers through their winnings. "I guess the game's over. Normally we'd cash in the rest of our secrets at this point, but that wouldn't be fair to Sofya or Shannon, and frankly I'm not really in the mood."

You nod, and sigh. Aura groans.

"- taking the chips wouldn't work, they'd get crushed - Sofya usually stores them in her briefcase - ah, whatever, I'm done with this. You ladies can figure it out for yourselves, I'm going to go find something to eat." Sunshine picks up their messenger bag, slings it over their shoulder, and sets off without another word.

Aura gets to her feet. "- Sofya's going to need to eat too. I'll go find her, and help watch Shannon so she doesn't have to miss lunch. Have a nice evening, you two."

"I really want to come with you, but -"

Aura leans in and rests a cold hand atop yours. "It'll be okay. We'll look after her, I promise. You don't have to do everything just because you're a priestess, Eli."

You take a shaky breath, and nod.

Aura squeezes your hand, just once - then she scurries from the room, leaving you alone with Portia.

She runs a hand through her dark hair, and shakes her head. "Well. That turned into a mess quickly." Looking down at you, she taps her fingertips together. "- want me to go get something to eat? I'm starving. And I wouldn't mind getting to know you better, Priestess." She approximates a curtsey as best she can with her eight-legged body.

You blink. "- Are you asking me on a date?"

She shrugs. "Do you want it to be a date? I could just go for casual sex if you need some stress relief."

"What is it with this week..." you grouse to yourself.

"That's a no, then?"

"I didn't say that!"

"Then please, make your intentions clear."

You hold up a finger. "- one second, let me think this through."

Taking stock, you unexpectedly discover that you're both starving and horny as hell. Sure, you've heard some raunchy confessions, and yes, Portia is hot - but you're a seasoned priestess, and you have other things to do. It's not like you for your libido to be so out of control.

- Oh. It must the kiss. Aya really wasn't kidding about that, was she? Damn. Well, you do still have things to do, but - maybe you can take a few hours. You're supposed to be relaxing, after all.

[ ] "I'm starving. Let's go get lunch."
[ ] "Maybe I can introduce you to Aya."
[ ] "And if we have chemistry, well..."​

[ ] "- food can wait. I want to try some of those kinks you listed."
[ ] "We can always eat after."​

[ ] "I'll fuck you if you bring me food."

[ ] "Will you fuck me if I bring you food?"

[ ] "Well, I need to go check up on my Sister..."
[ ] "...but you could come with me if you like?"
[ ] "...but I'll be back with food. You can figure out what to do with the chips while I'm gone."
[ ] "And with me. In the bedroom. When I come back. Look, I've had a stressful day, my seduction skills are shot."
[ ] "...but maybe another time?"
[ ] "...so I'm going to have to turn you down."
[ ] "... I just know this is a terrible idea, but it's going to seriously bug me if I don't go check in on Shannon."
[ ] "You could come with me, if you wanted to."
[ ] "Maybe another time?"​
[ ] "Sorry, I'm going to go turn in early. I've had a really exhausting day."
[ ] "Maybe another time?"​
[X] "I have a girlfriend already, you know that right?"
[X] "Sex is fine, but if you want to date then I should really clear it with her first."
[X] "We can hang out, though."

[ ] "She'll probably be okay with us dating, but - you are going to have to share me."
[ ] "And Thistle comes first."
[ ] "So - Sorry, I'm taken."
[ ] "You said you wanted a harem - maybe I could introduce you to some of my Sisters?"
[ ] "Aya's in the area already."
[ ] "Or maybe some of the other Supplicants?"
[ ] ((Write in the name of another Supplicant, or multiple Supplicants' names.))
[ ] ((Write in another Sister's name, or multiple Sisters' names.))​
 
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Dinner For Two
"I did mention that I have a girlfriend, right?"

Portia bites her thumb. "Oh, I didn't even consider -"

You raise a hand to forestall her. "That's not a no, that's an 'it's complicated.' Let's get some food and I can fill you in on things, alright? I'm starving."

"Alright."

Portia holds the door for you as you leave.

-----

The cafeteria in the supplicants' hall is mostly empty by now, but a few slow or late eaters remain: you slip your phone out of your pocket, and check the time.

- What the fuck, it's 4:45 PM. This isn't the tail end of lunch, this is the start of the supper rush. Where the fuck did all the time go? You woke up around ten, it's been seven hours, where did seven hours go -

Well, you had a long shower and talked to Aya a bunch, so call that an hour, then you visited the shrines, call that another hour, and then you - played a bunch of chess, nine or ten games, call it a half hour each - ...well, that's five hours right there. And then about an hour on poker just now. Which would sum to eight hours, actually, so you must be overestimating. Did you really spend that much time on nothing but chess?

Shaking your head, you step up to the cafeteria counter, Portia following a few... steps... behind you. Yeah, your hindbrain is still going to need a little more time to deal with the fact that she's half giant spider.

... no, Elisandra, this is not the time to ask her if she could wrap up Thistle like a present for you, no matter how hot it would be.

The dusky-winged girl behind the counter clears her throat, and gives you a pointed look.

- Right, food. Ordering food. You point randomly at a few items, not really paying much attention. At any moment, your hindbrain insists, the giant spider behind you could pounce on you, you'd be completely at its mercy -

At which point your libido helpfully suggests some things she might do to you afterwards. Despite your best efforts, you flush: not trusting your voice to thank the cafeteria girl for her service, you curtsey instead.

As you turn to look for a table, you catch a glimpse of Portia's face: she's smirking, and looking right at you. Fuck. You're so busted.

Her smile gets a little wider as you feel your face redden. Picking up her own tray of food, she skitters up beside you.

"So, Elisandra. Care to tell me a bit more about this 'it's complicated' situation of yours?"

You sigh internally. Even this tired and horny, that was a weak effort: Portia's got to learn some tact if she's to ever be a proper priestess. "It may be complicated to you, perhaps. Give me a few minutes to eat, alright? I haven't eaten anything but chocolate since -" you frown. "- almost a day ago."

Portia follows along as you sit down and begin to inhale your meal. "That much chocolate? You'd better be watching your waistline, girl."

You set down your bowl, and shake your head at her seriously. "That thing you just did? Don't do that to a client. There's teasing and there's ridicule, and lots of people are sensitive about their weight. Sure, some of them like to be bullied as well - but you don't go to that as your second damn line, you know?" Picking up your chopsticks again, you shovel more noodles into your mouth.

Portia crosses her arms, but smiles. "You get grumpy when you're horny."

You look up at the ceiling, and keep eating.

"...silent treatment, huh?"

You set your bowl back down with a final gulp, and wipe your mouth on the sleeve of your priestess' robe.

Portia's eyes fall to your stained cuff, and a look of horror flits across her face.

You raise an eyebrow. "What?"

"- nothing, Priestess." Her eyes look a little hunted.

You smile. "Do you get the point?"

"- no, not really."

"That's because cryptic hints don't teach people anything, so I'm going to lay out your mistakes for you. Please understand that I'm not trying to be an asshole, I'm trying to teach you: you've got an - aura of strength - but you need to work on tact and patience. For the Goddess' sake, don't insult people when they don't do what you want them to, and don't try to talk to people when they're eating, especially if they just told you they were starving."

She sighs. "Whatever you say, Priestess."

You poke her in the gut with one finger. "When you breach the code of etiquette, others will take it as leave to breach it with regards to you. Often, that etiquette is the shield that protects you in dangerous situations. I remember one time where I was hired to be entertainment at a party..."

You trail off, as the actual events in your memory tangle up with the thought of being bound, spread-eagle before Portia, helpless, aching -

"... never mind." Your thighs press together beneath the table, and you bite the inside of your lip. "I'll tell you another time. I never meant for this to turn into an - impromptu lecture on proper priestessing. I guess I just wanted a distraction."

"From your raging libido?"

"Yes."

Portia blinks at your frank admission. "- okay, now I don't know how to follow up on that."

You smile, and yank a bit of kebab off its skewer with your teeth.

"...you're doing that on purpose."

"I'm," munch crunch, "a priestess, you know." Munch munch gulp. "Everything I do is on purpose, especially the things that weren't on purpose."

Portia nods slowly. "... I get the idea."

You dab daintily at your mouth with your napkin. "So, you were asking about my girlfriend."

"- I suppose I was, yes."

"In short: we can have sex, but dating's another matter. If you want to just chat casually, that's alright, but no moonlight walks or going to the movies together or what have you without Thistle's permission."

Portia tilts her head wistfully. "...You're really very beautiful, you know that?"

You smile. "Thank you for the compliment, but it'll take more than that to make me blush."

"I'd do more, but maybe not in public..."

You shrug. "You haven't eaten anything yet, have you?"

She sighs. "No, I haven't, have I."

"Eat, then, before it gets cold: I'll meet you back up in the poker room."

Portia watches as you walk away: you sashay your hips a little for her benefit, and do your best not to think about the growing wetness between your legs.

-----

Stepping back into the poker room, you strip off your priestess' robes, and blushingly let two fingers explore your creamy panties. Damn, you're... really, really wet. And - fuck, yeah, you're exactly as sensitive as you expected. Once Portia comes through that door, it's going to be trivial for her to wrap you around her little finger, and she's definitely going to do that you set everything up all too well -

You take a calming breath, and carefully take your hand back out of your panties. You - for all her rough edges, you trust Portia, you don't think she'd hurt you unless you wanted to be hurt.

Sliding open one of the dresser drawers, you take stock of the supplies. This is still a temple private room, after all: you have the basics.

[ ] Wear nothing. You want to get right to the fun part.
[X] Wear your soaking-wet panties. You want to show Portia just how needy you are right now.
[X] Wear a collar. You know Portia has fantasies of owning slaves, and you wouldn't mind being hers right now.

[ ] Wear a chastity belt, and offer Portia the key when she arrives. You might regret this, but you also might really really not regret it.
[ ] Wear stockings: you suspect Portia might be into the legs of more humanoid species, the same way that her legs are exotic to you.
[ ] Wear a whole lingerie set: getting unwrapped like a present is fun.
[ ] Something in seraglio style, like you're a sheikh's harem girl.
[ ] Something in Victorian style.
[ ] After all, treating all the maids of a manor house as a personal harem is a classic kink.
[ ] Alternately, you could perhaps be the concubine of some illustrious noble...
[ ] Write-in.
[ ] There's nothing wrong with modern lingerie, you know?
[ ] If you go for 'total slut', you'll probably hit it.
[ ] - It's not cultural appropriation to dress up as a catgirl, right? Yeah, probably not.
[ ] Write-in.
[ ] Something with obvious hardpoints for bindings, so you're more clearly an 'unwilling' slave.
[ ] - but make it crotchless and cupless, so you can still skip the foreplay.
[ ] Write-in.​
[ ] Write-in.

[ ] Don't get out any sex toys: you'll have enough fun just exploring each others' bodies.
[ ] If Portia's new from the Realms, she might never have experienced the power of a proper vibrator before. You should check.
[X] Portia likes bondage and teasing, right? A few bullet vibes could be interesting, especially with her silk to stick them on sensitive places...
[X] You don't actually know how much silk Portia can spin: maybe it's for the best if you provide some of your own restraints as well.

[X] Get out some rope.
[ ] Get out some handcuffs.
[ ] Get out a spreader bar.
[ ] Write-in.​
[X] Get out a dildo: you need to be filled.
[ ] And a strap-on harness that it'll fit in, too.​
[ ] Write-in.
 
Silken: CWs
Pt. 1:
Xenophilia, exotic anatomy, multiple genitalia, bondage, suspension play of dubious safety, lack of prearranged safewords. Please don't try and emulate a giant spider with a leftover coil of climbing rope, you will have a very bad time and possibly do yourself permanent damage.

Pt. 2:
BDSM mishaps, amateur mistakes with bondage/suspension, not being able to safeword effectively, fainting, general lack of sexiness.

Please, please, please. Don't even attempt to suspend people until you have the guidance of an experienced rigger. Portia thought she was being careful by making sure Elisandra couldn't fall on her head, but she didn't have an escape plan or even safety scissors, didn't arrange a safe-sign for a scene where someone might not be able to make noises, wasn't careful enough about circulation, and didn't consider the inherent risks involved in standing somebody on their head. Even if you avoid all these risks yourself, you will quite possibly fall victim to other dangers not here covered. Were you aware of the existence of Suspension Trauma? Neither was I until I did some research for this scene.

Seriously. There's a reason why pro riggers don't share a lot of info: suspension's level of risk is comparable to breathplay. Do Not Try This At Home.
 
Silken, pt. 1
((Scroll up for content warnings for this chapter and next chapter, or check the Informational index.))

With hesitant fingers, you pull a leather collar from the drawer.

Are you - are you really going to do this? Be her slave? You wanted to be - in control, on top again, after - what happened with Liath, and this is - the opposite of that. Like, a hundred percent the opposite of that.

Another slow wave of arousal washes over your body, and you exhale slowly. Okay, so yes no this isn't the thing, this isn't the thing at all - but. Being dominated…

You take another steadying breath, turning the collar over in your hands. There's a short chain on the front, where a nametag could hang: in the drawer, there are little golden hearts, bold words stamped across them. SLUT. PET. GOOD GIRL. LOVE. SLAVE.

… you take your sunflower off its chain, and clip it onto the collar: then you carefully secure the collar around your neck. The supple, padded leather is far softer than you'd been expecting. Comforting.

You take a bullet vibe from the drawer, and cup it gently against your sex. Your thumb clicks the button, and a pulsing thrum rumbles through your fingers.

You sigh slowly, tension melting away. This is easy. This is simple. This is old, older than you, older than Liath, maybe older than the Goddess. Pleasure for pleasure's sake…

Portia's watching you from the foot of the bed. When did she come in…? It doesn't matter. She's kissing you, and her hand is on yours, pressing in, feeling your wetness, and you gasp, your burning arousal making you shudder and tremble beneath even that subtle touch.

"You just couldn't wait for me, could you," she murmurs. "Naughty girl…"

You take a long breath, your head lolling back against the bedsheets, and she bites your exposed neck, just gently, just a nibble, and her fingers stroke the inside of your thigh and oh, oh -

She touches a finger to the end of your nose, a wicked smile on her lips.

"Did I give you permission to come, Elisandra?"

"...n-no, Portia."

"Mistress Portia." Her fingers slip the bullet vibe from your pulse-numb grip. "The next time you come, I want you to do it with my name on your lips. Understand?"

"Y-yes, mistress…"

"Good girl."

She shifts up onto the bed - god, she's big, she's flat atop you crushing your arms and legs against the mattress with her thorax and yet her entire torso is still above you, there's so much of her -

She undoes the tie of her robes, baring her sex to you in a silent command: you press your mouth to it, taste her, feel her wetness on your tongue, the heat of her on your lips . She shifts slowly in response, grinding her carapace across your whole body, her chitinous underside gliding across you like silk -

She's - getting wet? Underneath? She grins as you blink in surprise, and a pair of her legs guide your hand in - oh. Oh, she has another sex - this must be where it would be on, um, on a spider…?

You shift your hand slowly, feeling her tightness even as you drive your tongue into her - goddess, it's like you're pleasuring two people at the same time and yet it's so obviously not, you can feel how she clenches around your tongue and your fingers simultaneously - goddesssssssss…

Her knuckles whiten on the headboard as you suckle at her, feeling so grateful for this chance to learn her body, to worship her as she deserves to be worshipped, to be hers, her slave, her plaything…

"Elisandra," she gasps, and then a gush of her wetness against your tongue tells you you've made her climax. "Stop," she orders. "Stop…"

You do, letting your head fall back to the pillow, feeling utterly satisfied. As you drift in submissive bliss, you're dimly aware of your posture shifting, gravity changing direction as you're moved, cradled and passed between limbs…

When you open your eyes again, Portia is upside-down. Or actually, you're upside-down - your shoulders are resting on a pillow, but your legs are up in the air. You do a little crunch, and realize that you've been laid with your shins up on the bed and your shoulders on the floor. You try and wiggle a leg: nope. Stuck firmly to the baseboard.

Portia smiles, and shows you your bullet vibe, neatly enclosed in a mass of sticky silk.

"Wherever should I put this," she croons, her gaze locked between your spread legs.

You blink, and try to find a response - but all the blood rushing to your head isn't helping you think. Before you can manage to make a coherent sentence, her hand darts out and presses in between your thighs.

"Go on now," she hums. "Beg for me…"

Then a sharp press of her thumb turns on the vibe stuck to your clit.
 
Silken, pt. 2
Portia shifts in, and -

wait.

wait fuck,

fuck stop the show,

you're suspended upside-down and you can't move and there's no safeword and you're feeling pins-and-needles in your shin already -

and Portia's cunt is on your face.

You make a noise, try to stop her, but Portia thinks you're aroused, damn tongue and headblood and yes you are but this is approximately all of the scary and you only wanted some of the scary, you didn't ask the questions you should've, where's the damn spotter -

You try to shove at her, but the angle is all wrong and you can't get any force, you just flail your arms along the ground uselessly, and of course she doesn't fucking notice, she just thinks it's part of the scene, fucking hell this is why you plan shit -

- your scrabbling fingers close on smooth leather handle attached to firm cloth it's your purse thank the fucking goddess. You drag it towards you across the floor, bouncing it off of one of Portia's legs, and your hand fumbles inside phone. You can't see it, but that doesn't matter, you have contingencies -

You stab the home button, and hold it. One, two, three, shit, her leg jarred your hand - that was long enough, right? Please let it have been long enough.

- Portia's backing away, saying something, what's she saying - you have no goddamn idea what she's saying, and you can't read her lips, your vision's all blurry and you're upsidefuckingdown what's she saying it doesn't matter. You shake your head, and try to form a word - safeword, safeword is universal - but your dizzy head won't let you figure out how to say it. Her eyes widen, and she pulls at your bindings - pulls! At the silk! Fucking hell you were absolutely right -

There's a voice coming from the phone -

-----

You come to hugging your legs, your back propped up against the baseboard, pillows against your sides to keep you from falling over. Portia crouches over you with a pair of safety scissors in one hand, your phone pressed to her ear -

"- coming around, thank the goddess - are you okay? What's your name?"

"Eli- Elisandra," you manage. "Whyte. And I was - having a bondage scene with you, and then you did something stupid, so I jammed my panic button -" You shake your head and take a breath - then the truly monumental degree of the fuckup slams into your brain.

You stare at Portia. "... You suspended me."

"Er. Yes."

"Upside-down."

She nods guiltily.

"Without asking."

She winces.

"And didn't even have any scissors."

"- What did you have for breakfast this morning?"

"Trick question, nothing. You didn't even get my fucking safeword!"

Portia looks away. "...no."

As anger drains away, you finally catch up to the reality of the situation. "... I fainted, didn't I."

Portia nods. "Yeah."

"Give me my phone."

She slaps it into your outstretched hand, and you press it to your ear. "Aya?"

"Got it in one, Eli. By the Goddess, I let you out of my sight for an hour -"

You wince. "Yes, Aya - How long was I out?"

"Less than a minute, Portia did the right thing once she realized there was a crisis. Thank the Goddess the safety scissors worked, they didn't cut the first time she tried, her web's strong stuff -" Aya takes a breath, harsh in your ear through the phone. "- what were you fucking thinking? Letting a damn amateur run a bondage scene and not even getting a spotter! I was right there in the cafeteria if you'd actually looked for me, what the fuck Eli? Goddess, last you saw me I was surrounded by Ipsea's court and there was something fucky happening with the air, did you not notice, were you so fucking horny you couldn't spend five minutes checking in on me?"

You shift your ear away from the phone, and rub your aching forehead. "Please, not so loud..."

"Elisandra Whyte, you are staying right where you are until I - aha!"

The door flies open, and Aya barges in, not bothering to close it behind her. Crossing the room in three quick strides, she kneels by your side and shines her phone's camera light in your eyes. You wince, and blink.

"- Alright, pupils are good. Follow my finger."

You do.

"...you got lucky," she diagnoses. "Are you so aroused by giant spiders that you're willing to die, Eli?"

You shake your head quickly.

"Then don't do a damn suspension scene without a spotter!" She flicks your forehead with two fingers. "You dolt, I was worried about you, everyone is, let me just -" she pokes at her phone, then presses it to the side of your face. "Say hi," she instructs.

"- hi," you manage. "This is Eli, I'm fine - "

Ishaza's silky voice crawls from the phone: apparently Aya's put her on speaker. "How wonderful. I'll go back to my client, then?"

"...Yes."

"Alright. Thank you, Aya. Keep closer to her in future, alright? I trust you understand my earlier warnings now."

Aya nods, then frowns. "- oh, damn it. Damn it. It's the fucking Kiss, isn't it."

"Got it in one."

She sighs. "- Sorry, Eli. I should've stuck closer to you, traded you off to Tasha, really anything other than abandoning you like that. I underestimated the Kiss, I guess."

Portia blinks. "Wait, that kiss-mark on her neck -"

"Is a genuine succubus' kiss, yes."

"...I thought it was a tattoo. Really? Wasn't the last time a Succubus kissed someone - "

"Yes, I know, it's real. Now please forget it, I need to make sure Eli's looked after. In fact, if I hear about this from anybody else, you're out of the order on your ear, Portia. Don't forget it. Apologies for the bluntness, but - " Aya shrugs. "I don't have anything more precise. So yes. Zip it."

Portia nods seriously.

Aya looks back at you. "Are you feeling alright enough to stand?"

You nod. "- yeah, if you help me up."

Aya stands, and offers you her hand. You clasp it, and she hauls you to your feet.

"Now, Priestess Whyte, you're to hold my hand and not let go until we get back to your room. Understand?"

You nod.

"Good. We're leaving."

Portia doesn't look after you as you go.
 
Tangled Web
((CWs: Aftermath of BDSM close-call, disturbing implications of succubi.))

Aya drags you into another private room, and sits you down on the bed. Then she pulls up a chair, and takes a deep breath.

"I fucked up," she says.

"Wait," you say. "What?"

"I fucked up." She fidgets with her pipe in her hands.

"- is this about letting me wander off alone, because that was the right call, it was ridiculously dangerous for me to be anywhere near Ipsea -"

Aya sighs. "No," she says. "It's not about that. Not just about that, at least."

"- well, what is it about then?"

Aya bites her lip. "- I wasn't honest with you about the Kiss. I mean, I did tell you what it does to you, but - I left a lot out, because I didn't want to scare you unnecessarily. But - you underestimated it, and I underestimated it, and you didn't even know the whole of it to estimate it properly, so that's on me. And I'm not letting you out of my sight from now on."

You look at her. "So..."

She sighs. "How much do you know about succubi?"

"Not a lot, I mean I didn't even know what their kisses did -"

"And you still don't. Do you know when the last time a Succubus kissed someone was?"

You frown. "No."

"I'm not surprised: it was before you were born. Scartha the Wild, Kissed fifty-odd people before she was put down. Do you know what the Kiss does to humans?"

You shake your head.

"It makes them uncontrollably horny and unable to orgasm save by the Succubus' touch. Forever. Death is a better fate, but death doesn't let you extract secrets and make new servants. The Blessing you bear is all that saved you from a similar fate as Liath's sex slave."

You stare at Aya. "She tried to - brainwash me?"

Aya nods. "She crossed an extremely serious line, and she knows it. Your Blessing will fight it off, given time and rest - but it's not perfect. You're getting bleedthrough, which is why you're not to be anywhere near Liath so long as you bear that Kiss. And why another Priestess ought to have been right next to you for every single moment since you woke up. So - this is my fault." She bows her head. "Please forgive me."

"...forgiveness granted, now for the Goddess' sake let's go hug Portia, she's got to be bawling her eyes out by now."

"Tasha's on it: Kumi took over Liath-shepherd duty a few hours ago. I expect if we go back there she'll already be hugging her."

You give Aya a Look. "It doesn't matter if it's not from me."

Aya nods, and squeezes your hand, and the pair of you return to the poker room.

Tasha's indeed gotten here before you: she's talking lowly with Portia, her draconic wings folded in neatly behind her slender body. You curtsey to her deeply, and -

You never did thank her. Well, that can wait - right now, Portia is the most important person in the room.

"I'm sorry," you say. "I was tremendously irresponsible and what happened was my fault. Please don't beat yourself up about it: it was my responsibility as the priestess to manage the scene, and I completely failed to. I - I've had a very interesting day, okay?" Your voice cracks a little.

Portia looks up at you, her eyes shining with tears, and nods slowly. "But I still - you were completely right, I didn't have a clue I just - did what felt right - and that's not how to be safe, I didn't even - I tried to tear it off with my hands!"

You smile wryly. "And I didn't even ask for your safeword - that's a two-way street, you know? You didn't have to suspend me if you didn't want to -"

She bites her lip. "I - guess I did kind of want to show off a little, I've done bondage scenes before but never a suspension, I thought I knew the risks but your heart doesn't work like mine, you care which way is up -"

You laugh. "Of course miss spider doesn't care which way is up! You're used to it from all the web climbing, your body is designed for it -"

"- and poor Elisandra's isn't." She shakes her head. "I'm so sorry, love."

You step in. "May I hug you?"

"...yes, please."

You embrace her on tiptoe, and a shuddering sigh escapes her. You feel - lighter.

"You're still beautiful," Portia whispers. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

"You're lovely and kind," you reply. "Sorry for fucking up and letting you hurt me."

She laughs. "Don't you go taking all the blame, now!"

You point a thumb over your shoulder at Aya. "Hardly, Aya's blaming herself as well."

Both of you giggle: you drop down off your tired tiptoes, and nuzzle Portia's breasts. "Despite it all," you murmur, "I'm still horny."

Portia - blinks. "You don't seriously want to - again? With me? After I almost killed you?"

You look back at Aya and Tasha. "We have spotters now," you say, pitching your voice to carry. "We could have another scene, and someone could guide you, make sure it's done safely."

Aya looks at Tasha. Tasha nods. Aya flashes a thumbs-up at you.

Portia - bites her lip. "... Really? Are you sure? I don't - I don't know."

"Your safeword is 'safeword,'" you tell her. "Please don't hesitate to use it if you feel even slightly uncomfortable. And no is fine too, you know?"

She nods.

"Would you like to have another scene with me now?"

She shakes her head: the word sticks in her throat. After a moment - "Safeword."

You step back, and nod. "Alright."

"Tomorrow, okay? I need to - rest, give my head a shake, get back into the - mindset. Then I'll be your domme, if you'll let me."

"I'm looking forwards to it," you say.

She curtseys, bowing her head, and leaves. Aya looks out the door - oh, you'd know those hoofclicks anywhere. It sounds like Ishaza found time between clients for you: she'll make sure Portia gets to bed safely.

Aya closes the door, leaving you alone with her and Tasha.

You look at Aya. You look at Tasha.

You're still ridiculously horny.

"Tasha," you say. "Can you spot for me?"

"Gladly," she says, a light smile coming to her lips.

"Aya," you ask. "Can I fuck you?"

She unclasps her dress, and lets it fall to the floor.
 
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