This is still a story of the Becoming Monsters Universe by Ai Loves, setting used with permission. All canonical and mechanical errors are my own. The yarrb is the creation of FelisRandomis, used with permission.
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Chapter 24: Home Sweet Home
We were excited to report that Paige got the job once we got home. I was also excited when she said in no uncertain terms that she would be abstaining over the weekend, but wanted to have her turn with me before dinner. Lucy surprised me then, by asking to come with us. I saw this as an opportunity. "Paige, your Double Team ability. I know you have other things on your mind, but I need to know. How does it work, and how long does it last?"
She looked at me oddly. "Given just exactly how erect you are right now, I'll bite. As long as they aren't hit, and aren't attacking, I can occupy two spaces basically forever. Takes a background trickle of mana to maintain, but takes chunks out to get them to take offensive action."
I grinned, slightly ferally. "Let's get to the bedroom then." The door closed behind us, and Lucy basically jumped
Paige
. Her sudden assault knocked Paige backwards onto the bed, and they rapidly started getting each other naked. Paige was obviously enjoying this, and I dropped my own clothes before getting onto the bed, myself. As Lucy's skilled hands found Paige's clit and started playing, and Paige was doing her best to return fire, I thrust myself into the tall Dancer from behind.
She was already incredibly aroused, and I speared into her smoothly in one stroke. Paige gasped with pleasure, Lucy grinned broadly. Much like we did to Emily that first time, we delivered incredible ecstasy to our bedmate, and she came quickly and powerfully. At that moment, I activated Double Team.
There was a brief moment of overwhelming confusion as my brain suddenly started receiving two sets of inputs, but I quickly found that by focusing on one of them at a time I could direct that "body" while my other mostly continued what it was doing. Thus, my wife didn't even realize there was another body behind her before I grabbed her horns from behind and thrust myself into her all the way to the base.
She might not have seen me coming, but she certainly recognized the penis inside of her and wasn't going to waste the opportunity. Both of my bodies were rocked by unearthly pleasure as they slammed into the two sexy women on the bed, and the two of them continued to make out, fondle, and play with each other. I felt it all, both bodies against me, both vaginas, the taste of both skins, both heats. I couldn't hold out long, cumming hard into both as they both came with me. All three of us collapsed sideways onto the bed with four thumps, and I released my Double Team. My Mana was already under half, but I did not particularly care.
I could see their Auras, already semi-synchronized, snap into perfect unity. Their breaths deep, the afterglow of the encounter so hard both were nearly physically glowing. Lucy's Aura had actually increased slightly. Paige's? Well, she went from being nearly full to under half. She'd make it to Monday, but it would be close unless she fed over the weekend. Paige panted. "Jay, would you care to explain exactly what you just did?"
"I just figured out that your Double Team ability can be used for amazing sex."
"I kind of knew that one. How did you use my Double Team ability?" Ah. Right. It kind of was my first time activating it, and she didn't ever get the demonstration yet, nor ever saw that the things I used came from the others in my Guild. As we got dressed again I did my best to give her the rundown of how, exactly, my own abilities worked. She was still shaking her head... and wobbling a bit... when we got out to join the others for dinner. Gloria was experimenting with a recipe she found from Korea, some kind of shaved beef on rice, which the cow should feel honored to have been a part of.
Lucy was deep in thought as we ate, a pencil sitting next to her plate, a sticky note with a heptagram drawn on it between her and Sarah. There were all kinds of random letters, dots, dashes, squiggles, and question marks drawn on it. The table chatter was light and friendly, chewing on details about the job offer and the talks, but Lucy didn't hear any of it. She shook her head, filling in a line on her sheet, then glanced up, finally snapping back to reality. "Gloria, you're the only one here who has been gaining energy from strictly food. If you were to feed upon a person, how would you go about it?"
The table fell silent. Gloria sat and thought, nibbling on a piece of beef while absentmindedly giving another to Nibbles for additional nibbling. "I've only done it a few times, and it gives a lot of energy to me. I have to eat someone's flesh, or drink their blood or other essence. Waste doesn't work."
Lucy nodded. "Okay. Would hair work? That's really easy."
No such luck. Gloria shook her head. "No, that's dead and wasted already, no matter how luxurious it looks."
Lucy sank back into thought. Her head quirked, but she shook it and settled back into the food. I was glad, really. She needed to make sure she ate, and her figuring out what to do about synchronization would make my own life much easier. We had more or less come to the conclusion that it was better to fully sync up and see what came than it was to live in fear of accidentally doing so. A few of these were going to be easy and obvious. Others, like Emily and Gloria, not so much.
The question would have to hold for another day, though. We needed to sleep. The beds had been returned to their previous arrangement. Any day with an alarm set was not one we needed to be trying to disentangle from a cuddle pile.
The next day dawned in a bit of a blur. No change on the goals, but I'd only be at the hospital for a half-day. I made my hours this week once the demon was added, and there were other considerations. Amber met me at home, so nervous she almost seemed shrunken in on herself. There were a lot of hugs, and if her grip seemed tighter than usual I did not mind. "Jay... when we go see Dad, can we bring Nibbles?"
"Don't see why not. Does he like yarrbs?"
"My little brother does. Really loves animals of all kinds."
"Sure. Speaking of, get your stuff. I'm not expecting trouble, but I'm a lot less nervous myself when I know we are ready."
She did so. Lock picks. Pistol. Sword. Shield. Spare baton. Potions. Books. A magnifying glass. Telescope. Notebook. The list went on, and all went into her seemingly limitless Pockets. To outside appearances, all she had was a modified tee shirt with extra arm holes, our Guild badge, and a pair of worn jeans. A plain silver barrette in the slightly darker fur atop her head. She was still changing, a week after she had made herself my guild mate and lover. Her chest expanding ever so slowly, her hips with them. I could see the nubs of horns starting at her hairline. There was no way for me to know exactly what else was changing under the surface, in body or mind.
With Nibbles to tag along, we boarded a different bus than our usual. Amber was snuggling into me so hard it was like she wanted to be inside of me. She was practically shaking. Not quite hyperventilating, but not far short of it. By the time we got to our stop downtown, I had to nearly lift her to get off. It did not bode well that she was this scared. What was her dad like that she was utterly terrified of the coming conversation?
I checked the power levels on my gauntlet. Nearly full, but I was feeling paranoid.
The downtown storefront was tiny, and only had a simple sign stating "Appraisals, Analysis, and Exchange." A bell jingled as we entered, I caught a flash of motion to my right. A glint of metal dropping behind the display counter, one that somehow still didn't seem threatening. The place was marginally larger than I had expected, mostly dedicated to displays of random knickknacks and more serious pieces. The back quarter seemed to hold a bewildering myriad of tools, scopes, and scales. Between the two sides was a counter with a register and an appraising pad, and behind this counter an Imp sat on a stool.
The Imp could not be more different than Marcus. He was obviously older, dusky red skin wrinkled and horns curled upwards. He was wearing a comfortable robe and thick glasses, a large book open beside him. Amber's voice was barely a whisper. "Daddy..."
