Esmie the Calamity Chapter 23 (Patreon)

** Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Esmie go brrr. **

The next morning, I lay in bed and grinned up at the ceiling, basking in the glow of last night’s activities. The kissing had progressed a little further, tops had come off, hands had wandered, and in Sandy’s case, a little more. Neither Shiori nor I had let things get below the belt, but we’d made sure that the femboy was happy.

After that, we’d sort of calmed down and talked, me getting to know them, them getting to know me. It was nice to make some friends outside of Lynlyn’s sphere. Especially ones as overtly um… queer? I think that was the word. It was definitely the word they had used to describe themselves, and I enjoyed it. I wasn’t in a rush for labels or whatever. I was just enjoying life inside CORA.

I also got the notification that my body had been moved to a secure apartment some time in the middle of the night. That was cool. Oh, and apparently my little potions could take the edge off a hangover?

God, what a fucking night. I did have to message them, though, so I pulled up the messaging app. Then, I fumbled around for like five minutes trying to find the way to create a group chat.

Esmie: Wow! That was a night. Did my potions help?

Sandy: Hell yeah they did! Thanks for the night girls… I had fun ;)

Shiori: Hahaha! I bet you did. Also yes, oh my god Esmie, your pooootions. I feel functional this morning! I’m even up!? Fucking witchcraft.

Esmie: Yay! I’m glad haha gosh that was like so much wow. My head is still spinning. You two have like, totally given me a lot to think about haha.

It was true, too. Was I bisexual? If my sample size was just Iria, Sandy, and Shiori, then yes. But also like… I don’t think I’d be interested in more manly men, and the idea of kissing someone with a beard was… not ideal. Gah, anyway, I had something I needed to ask them.

Esmie: But um, I have a favour to ask you both.

Sandy: Yeah?

Shiori: What is it?

Esmie: Don’t tell anyone about last night, okay? At least, don’t go spreading it around. I’m sort of not allowed to go having sexcapades around town. My boss will get super mad at me if it gets out.

Shiori: Wait, what kind of job means you can’t have fun in your off time??

Sandy: Now I’m really curious…

Wait, what was the date today? Panic flared up from deep in my stomach like frozen flame, and I launched myself out of bed. Throwing on some pants, a bra, and a blouse, I threw my door open and took the stairs two at a time. I tumbled into the living room like an off balance spinning top, only to find my two flatmates staring at me in confusion.

Iria was in her usual pose on the couch, spread out over it like a sunbathing lioness, while Lynna was happily cooking up a breakfast of eggs and bacon.

“Uh, you okay there, tiny?” the raptor girl asked, raising one of her way-too-sexy eyebrows.

“Are we debuting today?” I asked in a rush, although judging by their relaxed posture, I figured I wasn’t too late.

“Yeah,” Lynlyn nodded, flicking a clock into existence with a gesture. “Uh, in like four hours. Plenty of time still to go.”

“Technically it's in three hours, but the first hour is a vidshow episode cut from our adventures so far,” Iria said, glancing at Lynlyn with a smile.

“I don’t suppose any of you have, uh, makeup?” I asked, feeling my cheeks beginning to heat.

“Nope, why?” Iria asked, at the same time that Lynlyn made a choking sound.

Her eyes were almost popping out of her head as she stared at my neck, which was… well, covered in hickies. “Esmie. What did you do?”

“I uh… made some friends?” I mumbled, shuffling my feet nervously.

“Friends?” she asked, her voice rising in pitch. “As in, multiple people?”

I nodded, fighting a smile as flashes of last night came back to me. Sandy’s teeth on my neck, Shiori’s tongue flickering over my breasts, teasing my nipples…

“Nice!” Iria chortled, clapping her hands in delight. “How many?”

I blushed some more and held up two fingers. “I’m uh, an official member of the thieves guild now. We pulled a really big job off yesterday and uh… celebrated afterwards.”

Lynna’s mouth hung open like she’d broken it. “I… don’t know what to say,” she finally muttered, running a hand through her hair. “I mean, congrats, I guess? Sounds like you had fun. These new friends of yours had better keep their mouths shut though.”

“They will,” I nodded, and quickly tabbed back into the conversation with Sandy and Shiori.

They’d sent me several messages asking what was going on, so I hurried to type out an explanation.

Esmie: Tune in to this stream link in three hours and you’ll see ;). Please though, it would really fuck things up for me if it got out so… yeah, don’t tell anyone, okay?

Shiori: Babe, I wouldn’t dream of it. It’s that Sandy dude you gotta watch out for. He’s shifty af.

Sandy: What?! No! My lips are sealed!

Esmie: Pretty sure I pried them open with my tongue last night, so that doesn’t seem accurate.

Shiori: It’s true. I saw it happen.

Sandy: … touche.

“Okay, they won’t tell anyone,” I said, and stretched up to ease my aching muscles. Who knew making out and stuff would be such hard work?

Lynlyn gave a sigh, and shook her head with a bewildered smile. “You think you know people…”

“I, for one, want to hear details,” Iria said from her place on the couch. “What are these friends like?”

Nervousness fading with my childhood friend’s smile, I bounced over to Iria and picked her arm up. Her eyebrows rose, intrigued, then she chuckled when I plopped myself down between her legs and laid back into her.

“Well, they’re both elves, snow elves I think, but like, not all pale like vampires or whatever. They basically just look like swedes but with pointy ears,” I told her, enjoying the way she casually looped an arm around me. “Shiori is so freaking pretty, and she’s really fast too. She’s a rogue, but she relies a lot on magic as well as her acrobatic skills apparently. Then there’s Sandy. He’s a self-described femboy, and he uses a short spear and throwing daggers. He’s more on the physical side.”

“Wait,” Lynlyn blurted, spinning around from the breakfast bench. “He? As in, a boy?”

“A very pretty, feminine boy, but yes,” I agreed, basking in the incredulous expression on her face.

Iria was laughing as Lynlyn goggled at me like I’d just told her I was actually an alien, which set me off laughing too. Gosh, the way the tall raptor woman’s body shook with her mirth made me very aware of how warm and strong she was. I ached to turn in her arms and explore with fingers and tongue, but she’d drawn a line in the sand a few days ago, so I refrained.

Finally, Lynna just threw me a wry smile and shook her head. “Nice. Glad to see you having fun with this, honestly.”

“Thanks,” I said, fiddling with a lock of my hair. Her approval meant a lot to me, to be honest.

Then, Iria’s fingers dusted over the skin of my neck, and I suppressed a gasp of surprise and… something else. Not arousal, I think, it was different. Electric.

“Aren’t hickies just bruises?” she asked, her voice quiet and soft in my ear. I shivered and nestled instinctively closer into her.

Gah, my voice sounded so breathless when I asked, “Um, yeah?”

“So, wouldn’t one of your potions work on it?” she asked, nose brushing through my hair as she spoke.

“I a-already tried that,” I murmured, a funny, fuzzy, almost minty emotion buzzing around in my stomach. “It worked for the hangover but not the hickies, I guess.”

“Odd,” she said, and brushed at them with the tips of her fingers. A tingle spread out from touch, and I sucked in a long breath. Goodness gracious, what was she doing to me?

“There, my healing spell worked on it,” she whispered, kissing the back of my head. “Let me get the rest and you’ll be as good as new.”

I giggled, basking in her attention. “I’m better than new, especially after last night and uh… a few days ago.”

She laughed, and on a whim, I shifted in her arms so I was face down on top of her. I was still pretty tired, and a nap like this sounded pretty great.

I dozed like that until Lynlyn had finished with breakfast, and we all sat up to eat.

"Fixed your neck while you were snoozing," Iria mentioned, motioning to me with a fork.

"Thank you," I said, sincere. She was very quickly turning out to be one of my favorite people.

Her smile was contemplative as she continued to watch me eat, bright feathered mane rising and falling with each long breath she took.

"Have you always been this free and cuddly?" She asked.

Lynlyn shook her head and swallowed the food in her mouth. "Not really. She and I were always sort of free with touching each other. It never seemed like a huge deal, but she's gotten way more cuddly since she got in here."

"I'm only cuddly with you two," I mumbled, poking at a piece of bacon with my fork. "Lynlyn 'cos she's always been my friend… and you, Iria, because you're big and strong and really nice. I don't know, I just trust you both."

“I can understand with me, because we’ve known each other so long,” Lynlyn said, smiling at me with friendly affection. “Iria, though. You’ve known her like, what, a few weeks at most?” Her gaze drifted to our mutual feathered friend with a shrewd little smile. “Looks like she’s taken a liking to you, Iria.”

“I guess she has,” Iria replied, bumping her shoulder into mine. Dang it, she was so cool! Cool, and nice, and thoughtful… and she didn’t want to kiss me again! It was honestly a travesty.

“Oh, Ruth is calling.” Lynna said, shoving the last of her eggs into her mouth. “Time to get to work, girls.”