The Feather on My Scale: Ch 14

NSFW: spicy erotica

“That was quite the performance, my Heirophant,” I gently praised my husband as I closed the door to my rooms.

Wash had already walked well out of distance to hear me. “Ptolemy? Seth?” he called.

Seth raised an eyebrow from behind his book. Ptolemy’s crutch creaked as he came around the corner to also give the man a concerned look.

“Alright. I’m going to be brave for five minutes. And honest. And I’d really like not to be teased after all of this.”

Seth snorted and set his book down.

“Wash?” I asked, my heart in my throat.

“Is everything alright?” Ptolemy glanced between us. “Do you need more honey?”

“Honey would probably be wise,” Wash admitted. “But that’s not the point.”

“Is a point; I’ll get it ordered.” Seth pointed to the com and made arrangements.

“Alright. Um. Right,” Wash drew in a breath, hyping himself up. “Right. Ptol-Ptolemy.” He cleared his throat.

My blond love leaned down to Wash’s height, his seafoam eyes mesmerizing in the afternoon light. “Dove?”

“You-you. Great Anubis this is really embarrassing to me.” Wash trembled, but I couldn’t quite place what his emotion was. Hanging back out of the way, I wanted to find out if this was me in trouble, or something else. “You, can, um, yes, no. Can you-you-”

Ptolemy chuckled softly, buried his fingers into Wash’s curls and drew him to his lips. Kissing him deeply, he waited for my Hierophant to go pliant beneath him. Releasing him slowly, he smirked at the glassy eyes barely focusing on his face. “Alright, now try again.”

Well, now I was having a particular problem that was going to be painful for a while. “Not sure that’s how to settle nerves, Ptol.”

Ptolemy flicked a glance before doing it again. This time I know there was tongue involved. At the point Wash finally returned the kiss in force, a smirk lit on the corner of my concubine’s lips. “I don’t think you’re nervous anymore.”

Wash swallowed once, fingers going to swelling lips. “Right, I want to fuck His Highness and I think he’ll keep protesting me, so can I sic you and Seth on him for a hot minute while I get him to actually look at me? Because this is driving me nuts and I’m not waiting two years for him to realize I’m okay.”

I would say my jaw fell open, or my heart left my chest. I’m not entirely sure what happened with that admission, but I think tunnel vision hit. “Fu-ehem, High Husband?” my voice cracked. Ptolemy had disappeared somewhere in my panic.

Turning to search for Ptolemy, I found Seth accepting a glass bottle from a servant at the door. He smirked, side-eyeing me. “Wait there for a minute. Ptolemy’s getting his leg on.” Seth handed the bottle over to Wash. “I said slutty thoughts. Did something good happen?”

“Tried slutty. Now I’m just horny and if I don’t address it, Henu’s going to keep thinking it was all a performance, and I’m sorry, but I might believe in celibacy and chastity, but I don’t need to be either now, so I’d like to fix that problem.”

Seth gave Wash a once up and down with pride. “I mean, I could always?” he offered.

“Nebra was headed somewhere when we came back, but I thought, I mean, I figured, if I had you all in on this, then Henu wouldn’t feel like he was pressuring me because you could intervene or something. I think. Yeah, I think, after talking to you, that he wants me to be happy, and probably is still nervous about my position and how that’ll affect all of you?” Wash offered.

Seth pursed his lips before looking at me expectantly.

“I, well, I was trying to give him space. It’s the right thing to do, isn’t it? I didn’t really think about how it was going to impact you all, but it might have been a subconscious thing?”

A hand grabbed my wrist, throwing my heart against my ribs. Ptolemy pushed me to the wall, mouth devouring mine. It took the prickle of adrenaline a second to ease into pliability. My nerves still twitched coolly beneath my skin in trepidation of hurting anyone. Ptolemy lay warm against me. His necklace pressed between us, imprinting cut gemstones across my pecs. Fingers buried into my hair to hold me still as his tongue demanded its due. Rising desire begged.

“I can see why Ptolemy likes kissing people out of their nerves. Kind of fun.” Seth’s tenor washed over my heating skin like lava. Pulling one eyelid open a slit I found him and Wash next to us. Seth’s fingers much more delicately traced across his partner’s jaw. Wash wasn’t quite sure where to place his hands yet with the man in black robes.

Seth pulled away, placing a kitten kiss on Wash’s nose. “Now then. Ptolemy?”

His hands drew down my shoulders, pulling me from the wall. Relenting, he let me come up for air, only to turn me around to face the wall. Seth pushed Wash in between the stucco paintings and me.

“Touch him, Henu,” Ptolemy’s whisper traced heat up from my ankles to my traps.

Shakily, I obeyed the command, my nerve endings hard and sharp in terror and anticipation. “What do you say, Wash?” I skimmed down his chest. Nipples tightened under the stimulation. His cheeks were rose-tinted and eyes glittered. Tongue touching swollen lips about buckled my will. I leaned in to taste the gentle flush. Rose and jasmine lingered from both Seth and Ptolemy on his clove flavour. Hands crept across my stomach and power pulled me toward him with a need that had me sinking against him. It was almost addicting. The thought flashed across my mind that I would despise other Mubharaktan touching me if I didn’t know them. The sensation was too intimate, penetrating in its intensity. It was that deep warmth that promised satisfaction.

“You’re glowing, and feel like ecstasy.” His fingers tumbled across my shoulders. Ptolemy’s hands held tight at my hips.

“But do you want this?” I pressed, kissing the corner of his jaw.

“I told you before you had me summon Ammit.” His breathing was harsh and his skin was hot to the touch. The room floated in eddies and streams, fish swimming about our heads.

“Yeah, well, thought I’d ask again. You hit a weird spot with your Repercussion. Your inhibitions plummet to absolute zero.” I glanced at the crystal glass on the table.

“Are you even going to remember this?” Ptolemy asked, his belt hitting the floor behind me.

“Whether I remember it or not, I’ve wanted to see what my powers could do when I’m like this. And don’t go saying I’m drunk like with cups,” Wash whispered, his hands trailing heat down my chest to the waist of my shendyt.

“Lost to your mind?” Ptolemy nuzzled my shoulder.

“I’m not sure about this.” My voice caught in my throat when Wash tugged at the folds, my skirts falling away.

“You’re the one who has me against a wall here.” Wash’s fingertips danced magic across my tip.

“Yeah, and you’re going to be the one who isn’t going to be in the right mind to say no if I do something you don’t like.” I tensed as his hand settled around me. Ptolemy had thankfully backed off for a moment with my admission of uncertainty.

“Don’t do anything I won’t like then. Like I said, I’m not drunk on wedding wine. Maybe enjoying your power a bit, but I’m lucid and basking,” Wash’s voice dripped across my shoulders with promise. The river around us shot through with pinks and golds. The floor had turned to sand swept back and forth in the waves.

“Easy for you to say, angel. I don’t know what you like and don’t like.” I swallowed.

“You’ll know if I don’t like something.” His eyes flicked to follow the line of the fish swimming through shafts of light around us.

“Won’t you just need more if your mirages persist?” Nebra asked from the couch. I wasn’t entirely sure when she had turned up, but with her, we were all going to have an interesting evening.

“Just have to wear off the initial reaction. Maybe an hour or two.” He reached for the glass. I had expected him to drink the honey straight. His eyes though told me I was sorely mistaken. He tipped the glass, the golden viscosity dripping across my shaft. “Wash?” My voice caught in my throat.

“You told me to keep everything. Does keeping you count?” He sank to the tile at my feet, his robes spilling around him in heaps of white and gold. 

Ptolemy had hold of my hands before I could touch Wash’s cloudy black and white curls. “Nope. I’m watching this, Henu.” He pulled my wrists above my head and back to rest at the base of my neck, exposing my chest.

“Ptol-ah!” Tight heat wrapped around me, threatening to strangle me at the source.

“You’ve been pushing him off, scared you’d send him hiding like a jaroba. I think you’re the one scared because you were a bit more forward with him than the rest of us and questioning if you’d gotten yourself twisted. Watch for a bit.” Ptolemy’s voice inched down my spine, leaving me shivering as Wash ducked to take me to the hilt. My Hierophant, his fingers crawled up my thighs to cling to my hips.

“This isn’t watching,” I gulped.

“It is for me.” Ptolemy purred, his chin tucked into my shoulder, his hard desire pressed to the curve at my lower back.

“Join in then, pest,” I hissed, a shiver running up my legs as Wash’s tongue traced sensitive nerves.

“I think I’ll wait. What says you, Dove?” Ptolemy asked.

Wash smirked, his tongue darting to find more honey. “How long do you think he’ll last?”

 “Not long if you keep this up,” I hissed, relaxing into Ptolemy’s warmth. He gathered my wrists into one hand and skimmed along my waist and up my chest with the other. I turned into his kiss and Wash took me skyward.

Approaching a precipice I let out a desperate, unbidden moan. “Coral shards.”

“Dove, give him a minute to catch his breath.” Ptolemy caressed Wash’s jaw, encouraging him to disengage. “You need full cooldown or just a minute?” He let go of my wrists.

“Didn’t think Wash would want to catch and I was getting close. Hadn’t talked that out when you all pounced me.” My limbers twitched, demanding satisfaction. Prickles and numbness washed me in promise. A few strokes would have me there. “Neither of you have been given your time?”

“I’m amused, and don’t mind swallowing.” Wash brushed at the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

“I might give you half an hour of cooldown before finding my own finish with you if that works?” Ptolemy laid a steady hand on my side to keep me engaged.

“Wash? How do you want your time?”

“Time?”

“You’re just about as frustrated as Ptol is, if what’s against my back is anything like what’s being quite obvious between your legs.” I leaned against the wall over him to steady myself. His lips formed into a nervous thin line as was his habit as he debated etiquette.

“He’s a switch if that makes things easier,” Seth offered from the couch where she and Nebra had nested down to watch us.

“Switch?” he furrowed a brow and ran his tongue along the underside of my shaft.

“Give or take. If either of that sounds of interest.”

“Ah. Um. Honestly, that still – I think I might watch you and Ptolemy and see how that goes for you two. Otherwise, I’m good with just working this thing out with my hands for now.”

“Could join you with that while Ptolemy’s getting to the end of himself?” I offered.

“I’m comfortable with that.”

“Then if you’re alright with what we were doing, it won’t take me much.” I desperately wanted him to stop teasing with just the tip of his tongue.

Leaning back against the couch cushions, Wash curled on my lap and Ptolemy caressing my shoulder, I stared off into the middle distance, sated and exhausted. Numb warmth eased me into a state of stress-free relaxation.

Seth lay out on the couch opposite, Nebra popping grapes in his mouth as she flipped another page of her book. He hadn’t joined in like I thought he would after Wash’s request. Instead, he’d set us up and went and cuddled with Nebra.

Turning a contemplative glance on my one lady, she gave me a gentle smile, though she looked off.

“You alright, Nebs?” I finally disturbed the family.

All glanced at her. She shrugged, her smile telling me she wasn’t.

“You look displeased?” I guessed, fear shooting through my heart.

Nebra giggled at that and waved me off. “Cramp of some kind. Nothing y’all did. I enjoyed the show. Just probably that time of the month coming.”

“Ick. Hot water bottle?” Seth offered to get off of her.

“You’re working great as a hot water bottle, don’t go.” Nebra protested.

“I am your hot water bottle cat, my queen,” Seth curled himself around her. She hugged him back, chortling as he nuzzled her chin. He got his hands around her and she moaned, leaning over him as he rubbed the small of her back.

“I think I like your family,” Wash admitted, watching the two across from him.

“Our family. You’re part of it now.” I tugged gently at his curls, in love with the texture.

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