Chapter 79: Aftermath

Ann came to naked on the floor, covered in cum, sweat and splinters. Groaning, she sat up, cradling her head. It felt like someone had run a spike through her skull, and her dry mouth didn’t help. Kat was laying nearby, spread-eagled and face down, completely naked, with Rosalyn holding her hand.

“Fuck,” Ann muttered, looking around at the destruction. Another of the stalls had been broken, there was a dent in the wall that was probably the size of Kat’s head. They’d gone absolutely wild, and oh fuck, this wasn’t quiet. Oh fuck. She’d overloaded her libido. It was an accident, but she’d done it, and this was what happened. Rosalyn’s passing out didn’t stop her this time. Ann had gone until she was fully spent. Looking down, she saw her flaccid cock drooping against her thigh. Everything was covered in either her, Kat’s or Rosalyn’s cum.

Just then, the door creaked open, because of course it did. Sybil poked her head in, careful to avoid knocking her horns against the door frame.

“Um, are you three alive?” she asked cautiously.

“Aye,” Kat called back, still face down on the floor. “Alive. Probably can’t move fer a bit, but alive.”

“Just saying, you all made a racket and got a lot of attention out here. I got kinda worried when the noises stopped.”

“Gods, what are people saying?” Ann groaned, massaging her temples.

“It isn’t like you gave them much in the way of misinterpretation,” Kearan called from outside.

“Damn,” Kat cursed, pushing herself up and into a kneeling position. “Ann, ye’re a feckin’ beast.”

“Sorry,” Ann apologized sincerely. She really hadn’t meant to trigger all of this. She had just wanted to win her match. To make Kat proud. Now the night was probably fucked up because she’d messed up. She remembered the words Kat had said. What she’d done. Her stomach dropped as she remembered the anger in Kat’s face after she’d bitten Rosalyn. “Kat, I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t…” Kat paused, then sighed. “Just not now. We’ve gotta get ourselves home. Then we can talk.”

Rosalyn shifted, moaning as she pulled her cumstained thighs shut and rolled over. “What time is it?”

“Still night,” Sybil said. “You’ve only been in there for about two hours. A long two hours, but it’s late.” Somehow, the yak woman was taking this whole thing in stride as she observed the wreckage the three naked women in front of her had caused.

“Either of ye have a healin’ potion?” Kat asked, pulling Rosalyn closer. “Rosalyn could use one.”

“I’ve got one,” Kearan called, then shuffled through the door. She stopped dead, looking immediately at Ann. Her jaw dropped and worked fruitlessly as she tried to speak. Deciding to stop trying, she dug the potion out, tossed it to Kat, and quickly left the room with a burning blush on her cheeks.

“Thank you!” Ann called back.

Rosalyn drank the potion, which did a lot to close up any of the bite marks Ann had left on her skin. There were a lot more than she thought she’d left. She’d definitely gotten overzealous.

“Ugh, lets’ get dressed and get home,” Kat muttered, finding her pants and shirt. It was a sticky affair trying to get them on, but she managed.

Ann did the same, then turned to Rosalyn, who was still sitting there naked, holding the pieces of her clothes in her hands.

“Um,” she faltered, looking at the pieces of cloth. “I don’t think I have clothes anymore.”

“Shit,” Ann cursed, remembering how she’d cut away the Druid’s clothing. At least she’d done so along the seams, so they could be reasonably repaired. The problem was, they now had a cumsoaked, very naked Rosalyn to get back home.

“Sybil, could I ask you to get a blanket or, like, a large towel?”

“Oh, yeah, one sec!” Sybil said happily as she left.

“Sorry, lambchop,” Ann sighed, moving to sit next to her lover. “Didn’t mean to cut up your clothes.”

“It’s all right,” Rosalyn said, fidgeting with the fabric. “Just clothes. I’m fine. Honestly, that whole thing was a lot of fun. The danger, the excitement, the, um, the pain? I think? I think I’m still processing that part. Overall, though, I had a really good time.”

“Yeah, processing is the right word,” Kat muttered. “I think I may ‘ave said an’ done a few things I regret, too.”

Sybil returned with a large towel, apparently from a shower room the place had for fighters. She tossed it to Kat, who caught it and gently wrapped Rosalyn in the soft cloth.

“Can you walk?” Ann asked the Druid.

“Don’t think so.”

“I’ll carry ye,” Kat said. She stood with a groan, then crouched and lifted Rosalyn.

Together, they shuffled out of the ruined bathroom and into the bar outside. Most of the patronage had either fled or returned home for the night. Just some late stragglers and the staff at the bar. When they exited, every single pair of eyes was on them.

Ann felt her chest contract. She’d just subjected everyone in this place to her rampaging lusts, and she couldn’t take that back. Every single person in here had likely heard the things she’d said to Kat and Rosalyn, and everything she’d done. Was she ever going to be allowed back here? One night, and she was probably banned. Not just for breaking the bathroom, but just the indecency of the thing. Shame burned her cheeks as she dropped her head, keeping her eyes on the floor. Her tail drooped, and her ears flattened against her head as she followed Kat meekly.

Kat stopped by the bar. “’Ere,” she said gruffly, shoving some gold across the counter. “Fer the bathroom, an’ the, er, trouble.”

“Thank you, highness,” the man said, taking the money. “An order of business from the Guildmaster. They’re requesting a bit of information as to why this happened. Your permission to engage with Guild activities, Annita Kronforst, is contingent on the disclosure of this information. Just to make this clear.”

Ann groaned, then raised her eyes to look at the man squarely. He was an Inlon, set up on a tall stool behind the counter to let him see his patrons. He had a couple scars on his face, and a chunk of his right ear missing. Despite the rough appearance, he was dressed in an immaculate suit, and was cleaning a glass. Just like Ann’s mental image of a bartender.

“It’s… well, it’s a stat. I have a skill that raises the stat, and if it goes over the limit, well, that happens,” she explained. “I fucked up and accidentally overdid it. It won’t happen again. I promise.”

The Inlon stood there, considering the information for a moment. Ann fidgeted nervously, kicking at the floor with her paws.

“Very well. Thank you for this information. I understand this as a genuine mistake made in the heat of the moment during combat. Your return is permitted, provided this event isn’t repeated. I cannot do anything, however, for your reputation. Please, be safe on your return home.”

“Thanks,” Ann muttered. She shuffled away, still trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else in the bar as they left.

The giraffe lady at the door nodded as she opened the door and gave Kat a grin.

Kat quickly hailed a carriage, which they loaded into, and set off to the palace. It was a quiet ride. All of them were too tired to really say much, and Kat was still stewing in whatever she wanted to say. It was uncomfortable, save for Rosalyn doing her best to snuggle into both of them at the same time. It was a welcome comfort, and both women wrapped their arms around her lovingly. She was quickly becoming their rock. Kat and Ann loved each other fiercely, but their emotions could sometimes get too hot. Rosalyn was a calming balance to their dynamic.

After some time, the carriage stopped, and the driver opened the door, bowing. Kat took Rosalyn in her arms, and they quickly retreated to her bedroom. Rosalyn squirmed out of Kat’s grip and trotted off into the bathroom. The sound of water followed soon after.

Kat and Ann looked at each other. It was time to talk, but in the bath. They both nodded, agreeing to the idea without words, and joined Rosalyn, who had already sunk into the pool. They stripped and joined her. Naked for the second time today, but with no desire to do anything lusty.

“So,” Ann started, sinking into the water until it was just below her chin. “I’m sorry. I fucked up.”

“Ye did,” Kat nodded, her chest still above the water, elbows resting on the lip of the bath.

“I just wanted to win. I wanted to win so desperately. It felt like all I was meant for in that moment. To beat Kearan and, well, make you proud.” As she said the last words, she sank under the water until just her fluffy ears were above the surface.

Kat sighed. Ann couldn’t see her reaction, but she heard the water splash as she adjusted. “Ye made a mistake. It’s… well, it is yer fault. Ye know how yer libido works. Winnin’, well, it’s good, but ye’re damn lucky we could get ye outta the ring before ye went too far.”

“Yeah,” Ann replied, coming up for air.

“And all the shite ye tried on Kearan? The feckin’ flirtin’, rubbin’ up on ‘er?” Kat gestured into the air. “I… feck, Ann. I’m not sure how I feel. Ye had tae do it. Hells, I suggested ye do it before ye went in there. Just didn’t think it’d hit me this hard.”

“Sorry,” Ann apologised weakly.

“Sorry. Aye. I know ye’re feckin’ sorry. Blast it all, I know ye didn’t have full control o’ yerself afterwards, but it still pissed me off when ye got distracted by the fox.” Kat closed her eyes, hunching over as she buried her face in her hands.

Ann didn’t know what she could say. She chose not to say anything, and slid in the water until she came up next to Kat. Gently, she rested a hand on her knee.

“And then ye went an’ bit Rosalyn? I feckin’ lost it. Feckin’ still angry about that. She’s supposed tae be ours tae protect. I protect both o’ ye.”

“Hey,” Rosalyn interjected. “I feel like I have a say here. That was my request. My choice to let her do that. Do you really think I’m frail enough that I couldn’t stop her if I wanted to?” Ann hadn’t seen her so indignant before. She had her fists balled up and a look of scorn on her face.

Kat sputtered, taken aback by the sudden outburst. “I…”

“You’ve seen me fight. You’ve seen what I can do. Do you not think that I couldn’t just shock her? Knock her off with a thorn? Huh, Kat?”

“No?” Kat said, shrinking back from Rosalyn as she advanced on her.

“That’s right. No. I know what I asked for. I wanted her to bite me. I don’t know why, but something in me likes it. It might be the whole sheep and wolf thing mixing up with my attraction to her? But what does it matter? Kat. Why do you get to have a say in that?”

“I…” Kat paused, head lowering as she thought. “I wanted to keep you safe. To keep you from getting hurt by anything. Even Ann.”

“Even your girlfriend that you love? That you, from what I assume of your normal day to day interactions, trust with your life? The one that saved me and I’ve saved a couple times? That Ann?”

Kat said nothing, lowering her face and sinking into the water.

“Yeah. I think you owe us a bit of an apology too,” Rosalyn huffed. “You got so protective in there it turned possessive. I don’t know much about that feeling, but the word is right.”

Kat nodded, not making any retorts.

“I think I need to apologise a little on that front too,” Ann said. “I keep getting this ‘mine’ and ‘ours’” she made air quotes as she spoke, “comments and stuff when I’m all horny. Probably doesn’t help.”

“Yeah, but, well, I guess that’s fair,” Rosalyn huffed. “Kinda like it, though. It’s the extreme. The part where Kat would attack you for just getting rough with me while having sex that is the problem. Kat?”

“I’m sorry,” the princess whispered, still not making eye contact with either of them. “I… feck. This ‘as happened afore. Makin’ the same stupid mistakes.” She splashed the water with a fist. Her beautiful face was dark. “It’s what drove off the girlfriend before the last. I… I protect. It’s what I do. Everything I strive tae be. Never wanted it tae be this strong, but I just get this urge. Can’t really describe it as anythin’ but an urge tae keep everyone I love safe to the point o’ probably stiflin’ ‘em.” She sunk again, and Ann thought she could see a tear trickle from the corner of the woman’s eye.

Suddenly, Kat wasn’t the warrior. She wasn’t a princess, this large image that Ann had gathered. She was just a girl. A girl like her that was still trying to figure herself out. Still grappling with her emotions and desires.

Ann and Rosalyn reached their friend at the same time, hands resting gently on her shoulders as they gently massaged her. They felt the muscles, those strong corded back muscles, trembling under their fingers.

“Jareena was ‘er name,” Kat sniffled. “Inlon gal. Was when I was in me thirties. We got tae know each other through the courts, back when me Da still tried tae get me tae go. Her family got intae some trouble wit’ another house. Shite escalated behind the scenes tae the point where threats eventually became known. I… I freaked out. I told her she wasn’t tae leave the palace. Not tae go to parties, tae balls or tae the overlook by the gates she loved. I tried tae keep ‘er safe, but I also smothered ‘er.”

“Kat,” Ann whispered, running a hand up to the base of Kat’s skull, massaging gently.

“I… her family was fine, but they moved back tae their lands. She resented me. Told me as much. We had a huge fight, and both o’ us left wit’ hurt feelin’s.”

“Sweetheart,” Rosalyn cooed, sidling up to Kat.

“And I just started to do it all over again!” Kat shouted, shrugging them both off. "Nylir damn me, it always starts wit’ me gettin’ attached. Feckin’ twistin’ me feelin’s intae somethin’ they shouldn’t be.”

“Then let us help you,” Ann said gently, returning her hand to Kat’s back. “Yeah. You’re stubborn. You’re prideful and apparently possessive. In moderation, none of those are bad things. You know what you want and who you are. A warrior should take some kind of pride in their accomplishments, and you’re damn good at that. You hold those you love close, and protect them at all costs. None of those are bad until you let them go too far.”

“And if you let us,” Rosalyn said, “we can be the ones to help you deal with that. But you have to listen to us. Ok? I know those big ears have to be good at listening.”

Kat chuckled ruefully, then wiped her eyes and nose. “Aye. They hear ye, little lamb.”

“Good. I have better things to ramble about,” Rosalyn huffed, a grin spreading for the first time since they got in the bath. “Like how much I loved Ann biting into my shoulder while she fucked me stupid. Or how much I love you two both calling me yours? Or maybe the way you two take me by the horns so casually now? Orenous be blessed, I love that part.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have tae get used tae that, then,” Kat sighed. “Might take a bit.”

“No one’s asking you to change overnight, Kat,” Ann reassured, bringing her lover in for a hug. “Just that you keep trying to be better. Not gonna lie, I like it when you call me yours too. Cause it’s right. I’m your girlfriend. So is Rosalyn. And you’re ours, so we’ve got every right to tell you that you’re being a moron when it happens. C’mon. Chin up.”

Kat lifted her face. Those beautiful icy blue eyes were red with tears as she sniffled, but she met Ann’s gaze. Ann melted and kissed her. Kat hesitated, but kissed her back, then pulled her close. Ann could feel the need in that hug. The need to have her close. To feel safe. Even Kat needed protection.

Rosalyn joined them in the embrace, snuggling in between their bodies the best she could. Laughing at her antics, the pair grabbed her horns, one per girl, and kissed her cheeks. Rosalyn giggled with glee, squirming between them.

“Better?” Ann asked, releasing Rosalyn so that she sank sputtering into the bath.

“Better,” Kat replied. “Much better.”

The night was spent peacefully, the three of them snuggled warmly up on Kat’s bed with all three making some manner of contact with the other. Dreams of home plagued Ann, and she stirred. Memories of old girlfriends of her own. Good times and heart break.

The morning came, bright and cheerful as the cavern lamps reflected the sun to the underground city. Ann stretched, then relaxed back with her companions. They had another busy day, but they could wait for a bit longer to get started.

She jolted upright as something slammed on Kat’s door hard enough to shake the thing on its hinges. “Katlyn Farragher! You let me in this feckin’ instant, or ye’re in a world o’ hurt.”