Part 2, Chapter 9
<span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:400">Lily
<span style="font-weight:400">By the time we’d worn ourselves out it was after nine-thirty, and we were soaked in sweat. Amber and Sophia had taken turns fucking me silly – I had no interest in using my shapeshifting on myself like that – although, unfortunately they never did anything with each other, meaning I had twice as much work to do.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Thank god for magic…</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">We all stumbled out into ourmon room with disheveled hair and no clothes, searching for water. Although I needed it less, there was no reason to burn through my big influx of magic, even if I was pretty sure I would be getting another one soon enough.
<span style="font-weight:400">As we stood around drinking our tall sses of water, admiring each other’s sweat-soaked bodies, Amber interrupted the peace with a sudden outburst. “Shit, what about Chris?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">I stared at her with a puzzled frown, “What about him?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We were supposed to text him when we got up.” She scampered off to grab her phone.
<span style="font-weight:400">I looked to Sophia for answers, “Didn’t we just get up? I don’t think he’d be interested in what we were doing this morning…”
<span style="font-weight:400">She blinked at me a few times before returning her focus to her water, taking a long drink, and pointedly looking away from me.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Weird, why would the gay guy be interested in lesbian sex…?</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Amber returned, throwing her phone down onto the couch on her way over, “He’s on his way, although he might be annoyed we left him out.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Left him out of <i><span style="font-weight:400">what</i><span style="font-weight:400">?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Amber took another long drink of water. “Our conversation.” She raised an eyebrow at me, like I was supposed to already know this.
<span style="font-weight:400">My thoughts went to all of the words we’d shared this morning. After our first round, and my confession of love, our speech had been almost exclusively dedicated to short instructions on what to put where, and lots and lots of dirty talk. I assumed she wasn’t talking about <i><span style="font-weight:400">that</i><span style="font-weight:400">, so…
<span style="font-weight:400">“We can just tell him we’re dating whenever, right? We don’t need to call him over early in the morning for that news, I feel like he already had an idea of what was going to happen…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sophia sighed, “Lily…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Amber interrupted. “Wait,” she held up a hand towards Sophia, “How do you feel about Chris?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I shrunk under their stares, the confidence I’d felt early this morning already long gone. “I don’t know… he’s nice and well… like, objectively speaking, he’s attractive?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Amber nodded, “And do you want to date him?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I frowned, feeling ufortable. “It doesn’t matter, right? He’s gay and I’m a girl, who cares about how I feel about it?” My tone might’ve been a bit bitter.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Lily… he’s bisexual,” Amber shook her head, “Haven’t you two…?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I blushed, “Well, I thought… I don’t know!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Thoughts raced through my head.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Chris… likes women…</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Images from my one sexual encounter with him floated through my mind, his muscr body, and our other encounter, when we’d kissed.
<span style="font-weight:400">My eyes shut, and I squirmed. <i><span style="font-weight:400">There’s no way I can get horny after this morning, right?</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">It turned out that <i><span style="font-weight:400">some</i><span style="font-weight:400"> of the rumors and myths about subi were true, because when I thought back to when he took me out to the movies, to the <i><span style="font-weight:400">date</i><span style="font-weight:400"> he’d taken me on, my heart throbbed and I felt a rush of warmth between my legs. “Fuck, we left out Chris…”
<span style="font-weight:400">My partners both giggled.
<span style="font-weight:400">I groaned, “Damn, it’s hard to even get my mind around the fact that he’s avable… I’d put him in the off-limits camp for so long, it’s hard to even…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Amber stared at me, confused, “Didn’t you guys…” she repeated.
<span style="font-weight:400">I blushed, “I thought he thought I was still a guy!”
<span style="font-weight:400">She shook her head, “I think you were thest to figure that out…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, how was I supposed to know, if no one told me?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Gender is something you have to figure out on your own… and I can assure you my textbooks weren’t concerned with teaching me how to navigate demonic puberty or how to understand demonic social norms as a foreigner.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sophia stepped between us, holding a hand in front of each of us, “Amber, I think Lily was more concerned with the fact that she had <i><span style="font-weight:400">no</i><span style="font-weight:400"> assistance than the minute details of subus gender.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Amber red at her for a moment, dropping it when Sophia turned to address me, “And Lily, what Amber isn’t exining well is that witches are very protective of their knowledge. One of the avenues I tried to go down when having my research binge was by asking a coven if they were willing to let me read some of their books, but they were not at all receptive. It would not surprise me if Amber had been instructed not to share <i><span style="font-weight:400">any </i><span style="font-weight:400">information with outsiders.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Amber nodded, we both murmured apologies, and the tension between us faded.
<span style="font-weight:400">I walked over to the couch, letting myself fall down into the middle, and sighing. “Damn, rtionships are hard…”
<span style="font-weight:400">My girlfriends sat on either side of me, cuddling me between their naked bodies. We all rxed, listening to our slow breaths sounding out in an off-bnce rhythm.
<span style="font-weight:400">After a few moments of silence, I spoke. “Shoot, we need to get dressed before Chris gets here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">They both grumbled, and stumbled back towards Amber’s room.
<span style="font-weight:400">—
<span style="font-weight:400">Chris arrived once we were all… well we weren’t all decent, not having the time and space to wash the smell of sex off of our bodies or fix our messy hair, but we were at least clothed.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sophia and I were on the couch, my head in herp while she brushed her fingers through my hair, and Amber had gotten up to let him in, settling into the armchair afterwards.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh god, you guys <i><span style="font-weight:400">reek</i><span style="font-weight:400">…”
<span style="font-weight:400">I turned to sniff under my shirt cor, “Is that a werewolf senses thing, or is it really that bad?”
<span style="font-weight:400">He walked over and sat on the couch, as far away from Sophia and I as possible, something that was only possible because of how little space I took up. “I think if any of you went to ss without taking a shower you’d get weird looks.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I sighed, “Good thing I wasn’t nning on going to ss…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sophia shrugged.
<span style="font-weight:400">Chris continued, “So I suppose this means you’re all together? Or was this a one-time thing?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I beamed at him, but Amber beat me to the punch, saying, “The two of us are dating her but not each other.” Despite her negative phrasing, her tone was upbeat; she was just as happy as I was to share the news.
<span style="font-weight:400">I chimed in, “And they told me you’re bisexual, that’s so cool!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Heughed, “I did tell you that before…”
<span style="font-weight:400">I shook my head, rubbing my hair across Sophia’sp. “Nope, I remember, because I’ve thought about it. You told me you’re into guys but you never said anything about women.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He put his hands up, “Alright, alright my bad,” he raised an eyebrow, “So, what’re we doing with this information?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you want to join our throuple and make it a…” I turned to Amber, “Shit, what’s a fourpler?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She shook her head, “It’s only a throuple if we’re all together, and Sophia and I are <i><span style="font-weight:400">not</i><span style="font-weight:400"> together.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What my girlfriend is trying to say,” Sophia said, “is that she wants to date you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">Chris frowned, “I… can we talk in private?”
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Oh.</i><span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded, and followed him into my bedroom, trying to ignore the bitter feeling in my stomach.
<span style="font-weight:400">He started, “Lily, I like you a lot. You’re cute and funny and I enjoy spending time with you…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But?” I remained staring at the floor, unable to meet his gaze.
<span style="font-weight:400">“But I don’t think I can give you what you want. We could <i><span style="font-weight:400">try</i><span style="font-weight:400">… but I’ve been thinking it over, and I just don’t think it’s a good idea. I… I prefer men to the extent that it feels like I’d be missing out if I dated a woman. And sure, I could date a man too, but I think the very fact that you wouldn’t be my priority, that I would have preferences over you, that’s unfair to you, unfair to both of us, forcing a rtionship where there doesn’t need to be one, where one doesn’t feel right.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I get it…” It was a weird feeling, the feeling of loss where there never had been anything. I’d gone from zero partners to two in a morning, and yet, in that moment it still felt like I’d missed out.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe we can do some casual stuff, fool around if you want to and your girlfriends are okay with it, but I don’t think amitted rtionship is right for us. I’m sorry, and I hope we can still be friends.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I finally met his eyes, looked at his conflicted expression. “No need to apologize, you feel how you feel,” I spread my arms out in an invitation to hug, “Of course we can stay friends, and I hope you don’t stop me from cuddling you just because of this.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I smiled tentatively at him, and it became sincere when he epted my hug.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Two for three isn’t bad, right?</i>
<span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:400">Amber
<span style="font-weight:400">After hanging out for a while with everyone, and finally showering, I was finally ready to tackle the subject of what to do about Katie. Sophia and Lily had gone to her room to study, and Chris had left for ss, leaving me alone to plot and scheme.
<span style="font-weight:400">While I wasn’t currently working with her, I still was keeping Lily’s words in my mind, thinking about how she could help. Issue was, I didn’t know how <i><span style="font-weight:400">either </i><span style="font-weight:400">of us could help.
<span style="font-weight:400">My mother’s movements and ns were inscrutable; she had never told me anything about her connections or what she did on a day-to-day business. Even where she found my sisters – or me for that matter – wasn’t something we’d discussed. Despite the fact that I called her Mom without qualm, she was more like a teacher or a coach to me than a parent. But that was fine, I got more than enough affection from all of my cute little sisters, and she needed to be a strong leader for our coven in the first ce. <i><span style="font-weight:400">At least I think so, I don’t really know what leading the coven entails…</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">But right now, thatck of transparency was a huge issue, because just seeing Katie could alert our mother that something was up, and it was rare for me to visit without reason on any day other than Saturday – at least not during the semester.
<span style="font-weight:400">I’d had to exin why I’d been at home eventually when I’d stayed over during my fight with Lily, but I’d thankfully lied, at the time wanting to keep Katie out of it as much as possible, saying something about wanting to conduct my experiments at home during a slow week of sses.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">I mean, really, how likely is it that I can find a convenient excuse to visit on such a short notice–</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">My thoughts were interrupted by my phone vibrating, the pattern of the vibration indicating that it was my mother.
<span style="font-weight:400">I checked the message:
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Mom: Urgent request: return home immediately, there is an important task for you, big opportunity</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">I blinked, staring. <i><span style="font-weight:400">How lucky is that? Not only do I get an excuse to visit, but a big opportunity for the coven?!</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">I smiled. Sometimes, things just worked out.
<span style="font-weight:400">—
<span style="font-weight:400">I rushed, sliding into my mother’s office, where a servant had told me to meet her. It was a rare urrence for me to be there; I’d only first seen the ce after bing a full-fledged witch and taking my first assignment outside of the coven. As my mother got older, the frequency of these assignments had increased, but it was still at most a dozen times per year, and usually they didn’t have this kind of urgency.
<span style="font-weight:400">Usually, they were ‘make this potion’ or ‘enchant this thing’. Very rarely I had to actually go somewhere toplete the assignment, such as one time I’d had to exorcize a haunted mansion, something that had been extremely unpleasant but paid well.
<span style="font-weight:400">Coborating on missions with other witches was generally rare, mostly because of how our spells could identally mix and result in catastrophe. Preventing this would mean revealing the details of all of your spells to another witch, allowing them to copy them and develop countermeasures for them. You’d think I could trust my sisters with that, but my mother insisted that a proper witch never revealed all of their secrets to anyone, which meant going solo, unfortunately.
<span style="font-weight:400">Anyways, thest mission I’d had – cleansing an area of forest of evil spirits – had not gone well, however, and the fallout from that incident, the blow to our reputation, had led to my mother refusing to pay for my solo dorm, saying that I must not be using it to study magic if I’d messed up so bad on the mission.
<span style="font-weight:400">This meeting, then, would be a test to see if I’d learned my lesson, if I’d been studying since myst failure.
<span style="font-weight:400">I plopped down in the chair across from her, staring determinedly into her wrinkled face. She was <i><span style="font-weight:400">old</i><span style="font-weight:400">, old enough to be my grandmother, and although I could usually read her expression because of my experience, her mouth rarely moved in any direction other than pursed lips or mild frown. Right now she was anxious, which immediately put a halt to my excited mood. Something that made her anxious would likely make me <i><span style="font-weight:400">terrified</i><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">She began. “This job is different from the ones you’ve done before, as you’ve no doubt already surmised. There are two primary differences: the first is incidental and the second is vital.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She had a way of speaking that made it seem like she was always lecturing, in both senses of the word. I nodded along to her, as I had been for two decades.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The first, is the urgency. Our client is rather impatient, and if he was not so well-connected or this job not so convenient, I would not have epted it. The second, is the objective.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My nods continued.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This will be the first of your demon-ying missions.”