Chapter 127: A compromise
Chapter 127: A compromise
“Nooo, please, don’t fight!” Risha cried out, waving her hands at Yvenna. “You don’t have to fight over Voren! Look, there’s two of him… each of you can have one!”
Rosha gave Risha a reproachful look. “No more wine for you, too, sister, if you see double!” Then, she peeled herself away from me and stood up in a bit unsteady fighting stance, facing Yvenna. “Come on, I will take you on. I will! I have to have to have to have… to have Voren around. He’s… He’s the one to follow.”
“I will take you, you just see!” Yvenna swung her fist and Rosha, but I caught it before it could reach her and stood between the two girls.
“If you are going to fight for me, do it right then, at least!” I caught a fist that Rosha threw, too, and folded my remaining free two arms on my chest. “First, you have to get naked.”
“Wha-what? What perversion is this!” Yvenna reddened even more than the alcohol made her. “You will have to tear my clothes from me first!” She punctuated her words with another punch, one that I caught too. Now I didn’t have enough arms free to fold them on my chest, but both Yvenna’s hands were secured.
“Yeah, what do you talk about next to my little sis?” Rosha glared at me. “You poison her mind!”
Risha, that sweet and cute and drunk as hell cinnamon roll, just blinked at us drowsily and smiled again. “What are you talking about, big sis? My mind is perfectly fineee! I’ve never felt happier!” She laughed. “Just maybe a little… sleepy.”
I gave her an appraising look and acknowledged that Risha won’t be much of a company if she will end up sleeping with her head in a salad. “Let’s put Risha to bed and continue this conversation privately… Hey, you, dancers,” I called out. “Take Risha to Bishop and tell him I asked him to put her to bed somewhere. And you, musicians… go with them. Take some of the garbage with you. Don’t return here when you are done.”
The slaves hurried to follow the commands, and soon we were left alone with less dirty plates than we had before. Yvenna was struggling to get out of my hold all the time it took, which I let her. The more she struggled now, the more complacent she would be later. Rosha tried to get her hand away, too, but her I let go.
“I understand now. I understand it all…” Rosha drawled, staring at me with narrowed eyes. “This was your plan all along! To get us drunk and, hic, seduce us into something perverted and hot!”
“You caught me.” I grinned. “So, second step is to lather yourself in oil. I think this one will do.” I nodded at a jug that was left from mollusks preserved in oil after we ate all the mollusks. “Then you can fight. And I can watch. Eh, isn’t that great? And then I can fuck whoever wins… and whoever loses…”
I looked at my girls for their reactions. As expected… they didn’t seem to be impressed with that brilliant idea that just came to my head.
Rosha clapped her cheeks a few times and looked marginally more sober afterwards. She clearly had drinking experience. “Why should we fight at all? Yvenna, you said you don’t want Voren anyway!”
“I… I…” Yvenna closed her mouth shut with an audible click of her teeth and just glared helplessly at Rosha.
“She totally wants to, she just can’t say it. Right?” After Yvenna gave me a stiff nod, I turned to Rosha again. “See? I have to tie her up or she would just keep fighting me.”
“This is insane. You are insane,” Rosha said to Yvenna, then let our a bark of laughter. “What I’m talking about? Of course you are. And me too, because it all makes sense to me. How could it make sense?”
“Don’t call me insane, bitch!” Yvenna lashed out, but she almost stopped struggling by now. She turned her eyes to me. “Devourer, you decide. Do your worst!”
“My worst? I want the both of you. More the merrier!” I pulled Yvenna’s wrists together and quickly bound them with my web. It was so much easier when I had two additional arms to spin it. “So are you up to it, Rosha?”
She hesitated for a moment, studying me and Yvenna with these beautiful eyes that looked wild with the spark the alcohol and lust put in them.
“Oh screw it, why not? But I’ve never had sex with two people at once before. Or sex with girls…”
“You dirty woman! How can you just talk about these perversion like that?” Yvenna spat out.
“Says you, crazyhead! Do you like being hit, too? Because I want to!”
I prevented any further arguments by closing Yvenna’s mouth shut with more web. “Consider her our…” I looked at her. “What are you? Our bitch? Our whore? Our sacrifice? Either way, just do what you want with her. I know I will.”
Yvenna mummed something through her gag, but I saw her eye sparkle with heat—the good kind—on all three words. Her chest was heaving. But the words about the sacrifice gave me an idea… I looked at the eating table. It looked to be sturdy enough… I grinned.
“Rosha, help me clear the table. Let’s put Yvenna on it instead.”
“Hmm…” Rosha’s eyes sparkled. “This is so sick. I’m sooo up to this. Am I turning into another Yvenna?” She shook her head once again and began to move the dishes to the floor. She was done soon enough, after which I bound Yvenna to it in a cross position and cut away her clothes.
She really looked like a sacrifice on the altar, sacrifice for me. And Rosha was my exalted priest with a privilege to share it. The girl stood on the other side of the table, still dressed, but already working to remedy that.