Vol.6 Ch.1.1 – Companionship I

Chapter 1: Companionship

The dreamscape shattered before us, jolting Yume and me back into wakefulness in an instant. We were still on the roof we had fallen asleep on and I felt my length sliding out of Yume as she sat up straight.

Whatever Tamamo had said to her, it had rattled her badly. My gorgeous little fox, usually so composed, was shivering, her skin a shade paler than usual. She usually only got like this when the crowds started pressing into her, owing to the way Ares' slavers had captured her back then. So whatever ghost stories Yume's mother had told her, they were as scary to her still as the most harrowing experience of her life.

I wanted to ask about it. Desperately. What was so scary about their ghost stories? What was the Night Parade? What did Hyakkiyako mean? But those questions would have to wait. I wasn't going to force the answers out of her. What she needed right now was a rock to lean against.

And so I got up, grabbed her under the armpits and pulled her up, then gave her a gentle kiss.

“Wanna go have a quick bath?” I asked. “We're both a little sticky and gross.”

Cumming inside the little fox never failed to feel absolutely amazing but the cum spilling out of her had a bad habit of ruining her gorgeous tails. Add to that the rather uncomfortable sensation of sleeping on the roof tiles and I felt more than ready to take a bath.

Yume clearly noticed my attempt at distracting her but decided to accept it. She was still pale but at least no longer shivering as she gave me a nod.

I slid back into the bedroom through the window, then helped Yume inside. The bed was empty and as we walked down the stairs we found Alisha in the kitchen, making breakfast.

The little elf always looked gorgeous no matter what she wore but there was always something comforting about seeing her in casual wear. Right now she wore a simple white sundress and a pair of sandals, a soft pink apron over the dress. The apron was tied around her waist so tightly it highlighted her slim figure, small breasts, a cute little butt and a thin waist. Her fluffy light brown hair cascaded down her back and her long pointy ears were twitching softly as she heard us approach. They weren't quite as expressive as Yume's fox ears but I had spent months studying every minute reaction of hers and so I could practically read her mood just off of her ear twitches and the way she swayed as she worked: After the scolding I had given Yume and her, she was finally relaxed again.

It was easy to forget just how young she was sometimes. Of course Alisha looked youthful but for an elf that didn't mean much. They looked young until they grew truly old. But Alisha didn't simply look young. She had only barely been past the age of majority when I had met her a year and a bit ago. She was young and inexperienced and impulsive. But she was also gentle and nurturing, acting like a mother figure to our group. The others often regarded me as the center of our relationship but in truth she was the center of it all. Without her approval I would never have pursued women other than her and she not only approved of us having multiple lovers, she encouraged it, reveled in it. A little too much, perhaps, as had been proven with Melinoe.

She turned around as we approached, timed perfectly for me to catch her in a hug.

“Good morning,” I said, looking down into her gorgeous green eyes.

“Good morning,” she said, cuddling into me. Then I heard her take a sniff. “You reek of sex.”

I snorted. “Thanks. We were just about to go wash off. Wanna join us?” She rarely missed a chance to get her hands on Yume's gorgeous tails in the bath.

“I think I'll be busy for a while still,” she said. “Thank you for the offer though.”

“Always.”

And so I led Yume into the bath. It was huge and spacious and apparently mirrored the bath setup common to Yume's homeland. There were multiple small chairs and basins to clean yourself and a large tub for soaking in. Right now we really just wanted to get clean so we didn't bother filling up the tub. Instead we started washing each other, like it was second nature. And it was.

Yume's enormous fluffy tails took an inordinate amount of effort to properly clean even when they weren't caked in various fluids and it was much easier for someone else to clean them than for her to do it herself. She'd shown me once that she could do it and we had all unanimously decided that she should never have to do that again if we could help it. In exchange, of course, she was more than happy to take over the cleaning for whoever helped her with the tails. And getting to lather up those fluff balls and then having her scrub my back for me was a deal with no downsides.

And so I had the little fox sitting in front of me and as I grabbed the soap I took a moment to admire her.

She was shorter than me, shorter than all of the girls, too, barely five feet tall thanks to her ears, but she had the curves of the grown woman she was. Her body was small but compared to her size her chest and hips were quite impressive, both her breasts and her ass cheeks two generous handfuls each. Her hair was long and red, similar to the deep auburn common in the Trismegistian kingdom but not quite the same. And what was definitely not common was the two adorable little fox ears poking out the top of her head.

While I hadn't known her quite as long as Alisha I had learned a lot about her ears. She was very good at keeping a straight face and schooling her expressions, something I was beginning to think was expected in her homeland, and so looking for the movements of her ears and tails was often easier than looking for changes in facial expression. But it wasn't just her reactions that I had learned. I had also learned a lot about how I had to touch them.

Stroking them, kneading them in between my fingers, was an excellent way to drive her absolutely mad with lust. As she explained it, it wasn't merely that it felt amazing but that she loved that I loved her animal features. Apparently in her homeland people were disgusted by them and many of her kin hid their animal features, so having a mate who embraced this side of her was a thrill all of its own to her.

At the same time, the gorgeous white fluff balls at their base were a no-no zone. She hated being touched there. I supposed it made sense, those fluff balls did hide her ear canals after all.

And so, to neither make her uncomfortable nor get her in the mood I used another technique. With my fingers lathered up I rubbed upward, almost tugging on her ears, lathering them up from the base towards the tip. It always caused her to sit stock still. At first I had thought that meant she didn't like being touched this way but I had quickly learned that it tickled and she was trying her best not to shudder and giggle. Normally I delighted in teasing out these reactions but today I wanted to get out of the bath quickly so I simply used the stillness to lather up the rest of her, then handed her the soap.

**

When we got out of the bath most everyone else was already seated at the table. Anna sat next to Selene and Melinoe sat next to Athena while Alisha was still bustling about the kitchen, getting things ready.

Anna had spent the night in Selene's room as we had absolutely ruined her bed sheets yesterday morning and from the way Selene was shifting in her seat I had a pretty good idea of what the two of them had gotten up to last night, especially with the smug smile Anna got when Selene adjusted herself.

Selene wore the short-sleeved tunics she only wore around people she felt comfortable with, ones she didn't mind showing her scars to. Jagged pale lines that stood out against her tanned skin crisscrossed over her arms. It had taken us a long time to convince her that they looked like gorgeous vines growing over her skin rather than the ugly reminders of her torture that she had first seen them as. She wore her blond hair in a ponytail, her gorgeous blue-green eyes sparkling as she looked at me and smiled.

Anna, similarly, wore clothing she only wore around those she trusted. Around nobles she tended to be very self-conscious about her utter lack of a chest but around us she seemed to delight in wearing tight tunics that showed it off, knowing we didn't care. I actually kind of loved those tiny little mounds she had, loved how absolutely wild it drove her that I liked them. Anna had curly brown hair framing a gorgeous face, a pair of spectacles making her green eyes look so huge they seemed to swallow you. And while she didn't have any chest to speak of she did have very shapely hips and sitting in that chair wearing a tight pair of pants her ass looked positively amazing.

Melinoe and Athena had slept in separate rooms and I couldn't really blame them. It had to be weird for them. Both of them were my lovers, our lovers, but they were also related. They had come to an accord yesterday but evidently it didn't include sleeping together without any of us present. Most of the Olympians wouldn't care about such things at all but both of them also carried baggage of their own.

Athena had always been aloof and distant, disinterested in the hedonism that the other Olympians so readily indulged in and Melinoe had spent centuries feeling isolated while surrounded by people, never feeling love or acceptance, only having followers and sycophants rather than companions.

Athena wore a much simpler toga than what she usually preferred and I had to admit that casual clothing suited her. She looked a lot less like a stuck-up cunt like this. Her honey-blond hair was lightly curled and framed a face that was beautiful now that she wasn't glaring at anyone and everyone, though her expression seemed a bit muted considering we had just saved the world. She seemed to be poking a positively tiny portion of food on her plate with little enthusiasm but for once I decided not to needle her about it.

Melinoe, the newest member of our group, looked beautiful. She also wore a simple toga, black rather than the white one Athena had on, and the simple dress made it even easier to compare her to Alisha. The two women looked eerily similar. Their skin was similarly pale and their chests similarly small. Melinoe was a little shorter but in exchange her hips were a little fuller. And right now she seemed almost giddy because of something as simple as a shared breakfast with people she cared about.

“Good morning,” I said as I slid into a seat next to Melinoe, leaving a free spot to my right. Yume sat down next to Anna, similarly leaving the seat to her left open.

Alisha readied two plates for Yume and me, placed them in front of us and then slid into the last remaining seat, pleased as punch just being able to sit next to me.