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“Of course.” His gaze is on my fingers, his expression mild, and I wonder that he can’t guess at my thoughts. Are they quieter outside of the tower? It’s an intriguing concept.
“Do you like sharing me with your other Aspects?” I sit back on my heels, brushing my fingers free of dirt.
“It does not bother me.”
“But you do not touch each other.”
He blinks up at me, gaze focusing on mine. “It does nothing for us. There is no pleasure to be found there. If Zaroun or Neska touches my hand, it is as if I am touching my own hand. I would much rather touch yours.”
Interesting. I want to point out that self-pleasure can be very enjoyable, but if it’s not something they are comfortable with, I won’t press the issue. I can’t help but notice that they call each other by the names I’ve given them, and that gives me a great deal of satisfaction. Perhaps they will eventually see themselves separately, as I see them. Linked but still unique. “I like you touching me,” I say carefully, and then give him a suggestive smile. “I should like if all three of you touched me at once. Is such a thing possible? Can you leave your posts all at once?”
“Time is fluid,” Ossev says, expression thoughtful. “If something urgent were to occur, we could hold it in place until we are there to observe and guide.”
Is…that a yes? Or just him contemplating things? When he continues to give me a mild look, nudging at the dirt with one bare foot, I decide to prompt him again.
“Do I need to schedule time with the three of you?”
“Time is fluid,” he says again, a puzzled expression on his face. “What are you asking?”
I sit back on my heels and clasp my hands in my lap, trying to seem composed and yet serious. “I would like for us to have dinner together.” When his smile broadens, I clarify. “All three of you with me. Will that be a problem?”
“All three?” He tilts his head, as if confused.
“I am bound to all three of you,” I say, continuing. “I want to establish that I am serving all three of you. I want to spend a lovely evening with dinner and conversation—again, with all three of you—and then I would like for us to go to bed together. All three of you. In bed. With me.”
Ossev just blinks at me.
“Is that…doable? Or will that be a problem? I don’t want to be selfish and cause issues with your webs, because I know your jobs are extremely important and take priority over my needs. But I would like that…” I brace myself, deciding to be firmer in my request. “No, I would love that. Ineedit.”
“You need it?”
I nod again. It’s hard to describe. How do I tell them that I need to serve all three of them at once to feel as if I’m truly filling my position? That I truly am their anchor? Right now I serve one of them at a time, or sometimes two. It doesn’t feel as if we’re all truly joined, as if we’re all a cohesive unit. We feel like four separate units that sometimes pair up.
And I crave the intimacy of being possessed by all three of them at once. Of no one being left out or left wanting. It needs to be all of us, together.
I stare up at Ossev, these thoughts whirling in my head, wanting him to pluck them from my mind and understand it, to word it better than I can.
But he only gazes at me with a thoughtful expression, not moving. He’s unnaturally still, not even a twitch to betray his thoughts. “You…wish to serve all three of us at once.”
“In all ways,” I agree, hoping I’m being clear enough. “Ineveryway.”
“And you would not feel…overwhelmed? By the presence of three gods in the same room with you?”
Is that what he worries over? “Not at all.”
His gaze grows unfocused. “But how…”
Sometimes the Spidae are so very innocent, for all that they are immortal gods. I remind myself that they have said to me many a time that seeing something in the web does not mean comprehending it. “I have a mouth,” I tell him. “I have two warm, wet holes. I have two hands. Surely between all of that I can manage to pleasure all three of you.”
Ossev’s gaze goes to my mouth and his eyes widen imperceptibly. I can almost see the flare of heat rising in his gaze, the fire inside him being stoked.
“You have not seen that in your webs, my lord?” I ask in a careful, soft voice.
“Yes, but it is notyou. That makes it different. It is all different.” He sounds astounded.
The High Father was wise to place me with them, then. There are so many things they understand and grasp now simply because I am here, because I am the mortal they are sworn to. It is as if I am the missing piece of the puzzle that stopped them from comprehending mortal relationships in all their ways. I wasn’t sure at first that we could ever have a close relationship like I have seen with Faith and Aron of the Cleaver, but I know it is possible. We are almost there, all four of us.
“I would like to serve all three of you at once,” I tell him. “Pleaselet me serve you.”
