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A Day Off (Lemon) Human-Tiefling-Tabaxi

Rating: Lemon Relationship: Female Tabaxi/Male Human/Fem-Intersex Tiefling Additional Tags: Exophilia, Tabaxi, Tiefling, Intersex, Poly Relationship Content Warnings: Babies, Children, Kids, Pregnancy, Fatherhood, Birth Words: 3960

Another fun commission from @ocsmutpocalypse! With a festival coming up, Reverence is overworked. Ebert and Rings devised a plan to give her some time off and much needed rest and relaxation. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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The Festival of Bounty was a few weeks away and was Fysy’s most important holiday, aside from Fysy’s Benevolence, which was in spring. It represented not just a fruitfulness of the harvest and of children, but also a deeper understanding of one’s heart, soul, and spirit. A sowing of the inner self and a harvest of spiritual awareness, so to speak.

In fact, on the day itself, it was common practice to abstain from any sexual release in order for the next “seeding” to be that much more potent when planted. Some often chose to wait the whole month prior to the celebrations. Since the harvest festival took place on the first day of autumn, it wasn’t uncommon for there to be a slew of births at the end of spring the following year.

Reverence was the town’s leader, of course, but for the most part, the town ran itself. Very little supervision was needed beyond the odd bar tussle. People governed themselves, and arguments that couldn’t be settled between the parties involved were brought to Reverence and a select council of trusted townspeople. Otherwise, Reverence kept to the temple.

The festivals were the only times she was one hundred percent in charge, and Ebert had never seen her this… frazzled. Between decorations, food, preparing the sermon for the evening, writing the blessing for the feast, planning children’s activities, and coordinating the dancers and musicians, Reverence was looking a little… fried.

“No, no, no,” She said, waving at one of the four people surrounding her with different things. “Harvest colors! Orange, deep red, dark greens. Bright colors are for spring. Just like always, Tera.”

“I’m just saying, we should put a pop of color in the decor!” Tera was saying, talking over the other three vying for Reverence’s attention. “Harvest colors are so dull and drab. Just a little bit of pink would liven it up.”

“Tera,” Reverence said dangerously. “Harvest colors. I’m tired having this argument every year. If you can’t follow the directions, I’ll put someone else in charge. Traditions are traditions for a reason.”

Tera stormed off with a groan, and another person took her place with another issue that needed addressing right fucking now, apparently. Ebert and Rings were sitting on the porch of Reverence’s house, drinking tea and watching all of this happen.

“Is it always like this?” Ebert asked. He’d only been a member of the town for a little over a year, and had been gone with Rings during last year’s festivals, both Bounty and Benevolence.

“Oh, you should have been here three years ago,” Rings replied, watching it all with an air of enjoying the show. “I thought she was literally, literally, going to unhinge her jaw and bite Tera’s head off.”

“Oh, I’d pay to see that,” Ebert joked, sipping from his teacup. “Tera keeps telling me I dress like a hobo.”

“You do dress like a hobo,” Rings replied, eating a slice of cured sausage.

“True, but she does it really need to be said aloud?”

Rings snickered.

Ethrik was at Ebert’s feet, playing with a toy centaur and babbling in his baby tongue, oblivious to the tension in the air emanating like the waves of an angry tide from his mother. Ebert had spent a lot of time with Ethrik since he had been home, forming a very strong bond with his son.

“You have plenty of money now,” Rings continued. “Why don’t you just buy new clothes?”

“I dislike merchants,” Ebert said, watching Reverence sighed in aggravation when another person handed her some papers to go over. “They don’t care if it actually fits or looks good, they’re just trying to make a profit. And tailors are worse. They fuss about fabrics and embellishments. Pfft. It’s too much hassle. I always buy my clothes secondhand. It may not be pretty, but it keeps me warm and I’m not naked, which is good enough for me, so it should be good enough for everyone. A rag on a string is better than having my business out on full display.”

“Rag on a string, you say?” Rings said, looking at Ebert with a distant expression and smirking.

“Don’t start with me, it’s too early,” Ebert said.

“It’s evening!”

“Any time of the day is too early to deal with your shit, Rings,” Ebert quipped.

“You like it,” She replied, grinning so that every single one of her sharp teeth were visible.

“Why don’t you help her?” Ebert said, watching Reverence rub her temples in exasperation.

“Pfft,” Rings scoffed. “Do I look like the event planner type? I wouldn’t even go to this thing if it wasn’t for the free food. I’m not exactly the religious type, if you hadn’t figured it out yet.”

“Neither am I,” Ebert replied. “But she is our lover. We should do something to help her.”

“So why don’t you help her?” She asked snidely.

“I’m watching Ethrik,” Ebert said with a sniff.

“Yeah, literally anyone in town could do that. He’s the town’s kid as much as he is yours.”

Ebert snorted and picked up his son, who squealed happily. “Yes, perhaps, but I want to watch him. I’ve grown rather fond of the little thing, oddly enough.”

Ebert meant that, too. It wasn’t typical of his family to form attachments, most especially to other family. So his affection for his son was something he hadn’t expected to happen, and he was rather surprised and delighted by it.

“Bleh,” Rings retorted, sticking out her tongue in disgust. “If I ever say I want kids, put me in the nut house because I’ve gone crazy.”

“They’re not so bad,” Ebert said, holding his son up high and making fart noises. Ethrik giggled happily.

“Says the person who’ll never know the misery of carrying one of the little crotch goblins in his body,” Rings said.

“Yeah, yeah,” Ebert said, nose-nuzzling Ethrik and sitting the little boy in his lap. “Still, I feel like we should do something for Reverence, even if it’s not helping with the festival. Has she ever had a massage? Like, a real one, not just one that led directly to sex?”

“How would I know?” Rings said, picking her teeth.

“Do you pay attention to anything that doesn’t involve you directly?” Ebert asked sardonically.

“Should I?”

Ebert shook his head. “You’re a jewel, Rings.”

She smiled. “I know,” She said in a sing-song voice.

“But really. I think I may have Spring take Ethrik tonight. Reverence needs some kind of help. Help that doesn’t involve dealing with… them.” He pointed at the gaggle of people surrounding Reverence as she walked back to the temple.

“A day off would be nice,” Rings said. “We could lie and tell people she’s sick tomorrow.”

“That’s a good idea,” Ebert said. “Spend the day pampering her. I should buy a few things, if that’s the case.”

“You do that, I’ll clean up the house a bit,” Rings said.

“Look at you, doing something nice,” Ebert said, picking up Ethrik’s bag and his cane with one hand.

“Meh. Don’t get used to it.” Rings disappeared into the house and Ebert went to see Spring about sitting Ethrik for a couple of days.

Reverence came back to her home later that night and collapsed onto the bed face-down.

“I love this town, I really do,” She said, muffled by the bedding. “But it’s times like these that make me want to dig a hole and hide in it for the rest of the month.”

Ebert smirked. “Trust me, both Rings and I totally understand that.”

“Hell, Spring, Ebert, and you are the only reason I stay in this town at all,” Rings said.

Reverence was so exhausted that she hadn’t noticed the candles, incense, and the mulled wine stacked on the table. Ebert had bought massage oils, lotions, hoof polish, the works. He and Rings were planning a day of pampering Reverence had never experienced before.

“Are you hungry, love?” Ebert asked.

“Not especially,” Reverence mumbled. “Where’s Ethrik?”

“Staying with my sister tonight,” Rings replied.

“Oh, good,” She said, her many eyes closed. “I want to sleep for a week.”

Ebert and Rings crawled into bed with her. “Sleep then,” Ebert said. “Tomorrow will be brighter. You’ll see.”

“If you say so,” She said, already half-asleep. But the time Rings and Ebert got comfortable, Reverence’s breathing was slow and even, and she was dead to the world.

The next morning, the three of them awoke to banging on the door. Reverence groaned and made to get up, but Rings stopped her.

“I got this, you rest,” She said. She went to the door and opened it, facing the crowd of people needing Reverence’s stamp of approval. “Listen up, you leeches. Reverence is sick. She’s staying in bed today. If any of you try and bother her while she’s resting, I will personally bite your dick off. Or whatever you’ve got that would hurt a lot. Now fuck off!” And with that, she slammed the door.

“What?” Reverence said, sitting up. “I’m not sick--”

Ebert covered her mouth. “Shh! Not so loud. We’re buying you a day off.”

Reverence removed his hand. “A day off?”

“Yes,” Rings said as she made her way back to the bed. “We got candles and food and wine and oils and rosewater and we are going to spoil the shit out of you today.”

“Part of me knows I should go out there and do my job,” Reverence said, rubbing her neck. “But, by Fysy, that sounds amazing. How can I say no?”

“Don’t,” Ebert said, bending forward to kiss her. Rings ran her claws gently up and down Reverence’s back, making her shiver.

“So what did you have planned?” Reverence asked.

“Spa day,” Rings said, kneading Reverence’s shoulders. “Ebert and I are going to wash you, then he is going to massage oils into your skin while I wash your hair and file your hooves for you.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Reverence moaned.

“Then when your dry and smooth, I’m thinking naked breakfast in bed and lounging for a while.” Ebert said.

“Lounging sounds incredible,” She sighed.

“Well, you lay here and stay comfortable and I’ll heat some water for your bath,” Ebert said. “Rings, keep her warm.”

“Happily,” Rings said, kissing down Reverence’s neck.

“Hey, don’t get ahead of yourselves,” Ebert said, moving the cauldron of water over the fire. “We’ve got all day to enjoy each other.”

“Spoilsport,” Rings said, rubbing up and down on Reverence’s torso as Reverence snugged in deeper to the bed, enjoying the attention.

After water was heated and transferred into the tub, Reverence climbed into the water, moaning with deep satisfaction as the hot water unknotted the muscles in her body.

“Feel good?”

“Mmmm,” Was all she could manage to say. Ebert got the scented soap and scrubbed her body down gently as Rings carefully washed Reverence’s face and antlers, careful not to get soap in her many eyes. Once she was clean, Rings and Ebert let her soak a little longer while they set up breakfast and the massage area. There was a wide bench she could lay on as Ebert worked on her body, and she could hang her head down for Rings to wash her hair.

Once everything was ready, Rings and Ebert helped Reverence out of the tub and onto the bench, laying her on her back with her head over the end.

Rings took a bottle of sweet smelling hair rinse that had melon oils and honeysuckle dew, and drew it carefully through Reverence’s thick hair. Ebert took a bottle of sweet almond oil and lathered his hands up, starting at Reverences ankles and working his way up slowly. Reverence groaned and whimpered appreciatively as he worked up over her calves, her thighs, and her hips while purposefully ignoring between her legs. They’d get to that later.

He rubbed the oils into her belly and breasts, over her shoulders, and down her arms to her hands, working the oils into her skin.

“Rings, are you finished with her hair?” Ebert asked.

“I’ve just finished combing it out,” She said.

“Good. Reverence, can you turn over?”

“I’ll try,” She said, smiling a little.

Ebert and Rings helped her stand, and then lay back down on her stomach.

“Rings, you start at the bottom, I’ll come down from the top, and we’ll meet in the middle.”

Rings nodded and dripped some oils into her hands. Minutes turned to hours, and the three of them were lost in the motion of the hands moving along skin.

When the oil was well worked into the skin, Ebert took a towel and dried her while Rings helped her sit up.

Apparently, the massage had done much to improve her mood, because when she got up, her phallus was standing straight up. Rings began to stroke it as she gently patted Reverence’s hair with a towel.

“Let’s move to the bed,” Ebert suggested.

“Good idea,” Rings agreed. Rings and Ebert both took one of Reverence’s hands and lay her down on the bed. She stretched out and looked up at the two of them with a smile. Rings stripped off her clothes and undressed Ebert as well, and the two of them got on the bed. Rings took Reverence’s member in her mouth while Ebert opened Reverence’s legs and pressed his lips to the slit underneath. Reverence’s breath hitched and she moaned blissfully.

Ebert pressed two fingers inside her and kissed her thighs, nipping with his teeth and massaging with his free hand.

“Oh, gods, I could get used to this,” She breathed. “Usually as priestess of Fysy, it’s my job to make sure my patrons are well satisfied even if I am not, but I’ve never had this kind of attention before. It’s intoxicating.”

“Considering how much you give of yourself to this town, you’re well overdue for some worship yourself,” Ebert said.

“That almost sounds blasphemous,” Reverence said with a smirk.

“I guess we’re all sinners today,” Rings said, her tongue playing with the tip of Reverence’s length.

“Fysy is a forgiving goddess, thankfully,” Reverence laughed.

“Good,” Rings said as she pulled herself up and swung a leg over Reverence’s body, nearly kicking Ebert in the face, and straddled Reverence’s waist. “We’re going to make you feel like you’ve transcended and reached godhood yourself.”

Reverence grabbed Rings’ hips as she slowly lowered herself down onto Reverence’s cock, gasping as she was stretched open. Ebert moved around to suck at Reverences breasts, still continuing to move his fingers in and out of her.

Rings and Reverence were moaning and breathing hard, Rings bouncing faster against Reverence’s body. Reverence reached down and took Ebert’s length in her hand, stroking it slowly.

“Rings,” Reverence gasped. “Lean forward a little, give Ebert some room.”

Rings nodded and complied wordlessly, and Ebert took his place between Reverence’s legs, easing his cock inside her as Rings rode Reverence hard.

“Match Rings,” Reverence groaned. Ebert had no time to work up to it, instead he rammed himself into Reverence at the same frenetic pace that Rings was thrusting down upon her, matching the rhythm. It was intense and mind-blowing, and the three of them were making more noise than they had intended, but it couldn’t be helped. They were in a primal state, unable to stop.

“Oh, fuck,” Rings hissed. “I’m going to cum.”

“So am I,” Reverence breathed. “Unless you want to get pregnant, you better hop off.”

Rings jumped off like Reverence had the plague, and Ebert stroked Reverence until she came with Rings rubbing herself to completion next to her.

Ebert slowed to a stop as Reverence was coming down.

“Didn’t you finish?” Reverence asked.

“No,” Ebert said, cleaning her up. “But I’m not worried. We have all day after all.”

Now came breakfast in bed, naked, and it was wonderful. Reverence was relaxed and laughing for the first time in weeks. Ebert was happy to see the smile on her face. The three of them lay on the bed, eating and talking, when another knock at the door startled them.

“I’ll handle it,” Ebert said. He pulled on his trousers and a shirt and opened the door a crack. Tera stood there, looking incensed.

“I need to talk to Reverence,” She said.

“Reverence isn’t feeling well and is taking the day off. Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow,” Ebert said.

“Please, I know she’s not sick! I could hear you, you know! Half the town could! She’s avoiding me.”

“Yes, and she has a good reason to, doesn’t she?” Ebert said, coming out and shutting the door. “She has told you over and over how to do it, and you keep ignoring her. Why exactly is that?”

“Because she won’t listen to reason!” Tera said. “Harvest colors are boring! It’s the same thing every year! Why not change it up a little!”

“I don’t give a shit if it’s boring, Tera!” Ebert said. “No one does, except you! Do it the way you were told and shut the fuck up! Leave Reverence alone, or I swear to god, I will curse your hands so that everything you touch turns shit brown, you understand me?”

Tera looked both pissed and scared. She turned on her heel and walked away quick-step.Sighing and rolling his eyes, Ebert went back into the house.

“All good?” Reverence asked.

“Yep,” Ebert said, returning to the bed and kissing Reverence deeply. “You won’t have to worry about Tera anymore. This year, at least.”

Reverence laughed in relief. “That’s a miracle. Now if you could do that with everyone else.”

“Sorry, I can only threaten to curse so many people before they start calling me on it,” Ebert replied, smiling.

They took a nap together, then ate a leisurely lunch. The house smelled of flowers and fruit and fresh bread. The three of them talked about anything and everything. It was strange, as if the cottage had been enclosed in a bubble and that the three of them were the only one in existence at that time. It was an odd bonding experience that the three of them had never felt before. More intimate than sex could ever have been.

As evening fell, the three of them were relaxed and content. Reverence was stroking Ebert to attention again, and Rings was kissing Ebert’s chest.

“What’s this, all of a sudden?” Ebert said, curious, but not complaining.

“I want to thank the two of you for my nice day off,” Reverence said, poking Ebert onto his back and straddling him. She thrust him into her with a gasp, and bent down to kiss him. She then pulled Rings to her with Rings’ back to her front. As she moved back and forth, her length thrust in and out between Rings’ legs, rubbing her pearl with each motion.

“Oh gods,” Ebert groaned.  

It didn’t take long for all three of them to be a moaning mess again. Rings came first, snarling and spitting, then Ebert inside of Reverence. Reverence came last all over Ebert’s stomach and chest. The three of them collapsed on top of each other, heedless of the mess they’d made.

“I think I need another bath,” Reverence breathed, and the three of them laughed.

The festival went off without a hitch. The whole day was a testament to Reverence’s patience and even-temper. The children had a blast, the food was amazing, and the games for the adults had everyone rolling in laughter.

Reverence led the dancers that evening, moving like a gazelle across the stage that had been built. They dances were swift and full of color and vivaciousness. It amazed Ebert that she could move like that without smacking someone with her antlers, but she did it like she been doing it her whole life. That may have been the case.

That evening, after the dancing and before the great feast, Reverence stood at the top step of the temple and asked for quiet.

“The first day of harvest is a day of contemplation. It is a day to take in all the glory that Fysy has bestowed upon us. Blessings of food, fortune, health, and of course, the next generation.” She looked fondly at all the children seated at the great table with their parents, lingering over Ethrik in Ebert’s lap. “Today we give thanks as we reap the benefits of her love and tenderness. From her, we exist. For her, we thrive. Without her, we  despair and die. We are fortunate and grateful. Humbled, I would ask for a moment of silence, so that we may all contemplate our own blessings received in this past year and thank the one who gave them to us.”

Ebert knew she meant Fysy, but really, the people who gave him his blessings was the glorious woman standing gracefully at the base of the temple, and the firey woman sitting next to him, already picking from the tray in front of her. And the little boy in his lap, who taught him what is was to love.

“Now, let us take into ourselves the bounty. Let the Feast of Fysy begin!”

There was cheering from the crowd, and a lot of noise as everyone filled their plates. Reverence came to sit on Ebert’s other side and took Ethrik from him.

“This festival has actually run much more smoothly than the ones before,” She remarked.

“I wonder why,” Ebert said. “Maybe that day off helped clear your head.”

“I have no doubt it did,” She replied. “Remind me to schedule one during every festival’s preparation.”

Rings and Ebert laughed.

At the end of the festival, there were fireworks. Ethrik was delighted by them and laughed hysterically with each big BOOM! With Rings on his left side, Reverence on his right, and his son in his lap, it really did feel like a family. A real family, something Ebert had never had.

He took Rings’ hand, rested his head on Reverence’s shoulder, and smiled. “Reverence?” He asked.

“Hmm?” She answered.

“How would you feel about making a little sister for Ethrik?”

He could feel her smile. “Tonight? Midnight?”

“Sounds great to me.”

“Urgh,” Rings said. “I’m staying with Spring tonight.”

“Take Ethrik with you. We might be at it for a few days,” Ebert said.

“In that case, I’ll drop off the kid and go one town over. There’s a girl there who looks like she needs learning in the ways of Fysy.”

“You’re not religious,” Ebert said snidely.

“I am when it suits me,” Rings said. “And I think she’ll suit me nicely.”

Reverence was pregnant before the end of the month. This time, Ebert was ecstatic and couldn’t wait for the birth.

“Calm down, Ebert,” She told him when he learned she was pregnant. “I’ve done this a dozen times by now.”

“I know, but this is only my second, and I was scared shitless for the first one.”

“You’re not scared this time?” Reverence asked.

“Oh, gods, I’m terrified. But I know I can be a good dad now, and I can’t wait for Ethrik to have a sibling who will actually love him.”

“Ethrik has many siblings, Ebert,” Reverence reminded him.

“I know… but… this feels different for me,” Ebert said. “My family might as well have been complete strangers. I’ve never felt what having a real family is like. It’s… amazing.”

Reverence hugged him. “Oh, Ebert. I’m so glad you’ve come here. Family is so important and I’m glad you found it here.”

Rings was there, watching the two of them distantly, until Ebert snatched her up and pulled her into the hug too.

Buttons looked over the scene from her perch on a wardrobe and yawned.

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