8417/Morning after regrets (and scavenger hunt)

Morning after regrets (and scavenger hunt)
Date of Scene:	25 October 2021
Location:	The Griffin
Synopsis:	Mairin suffers buyer's remorse.
Cast of Characters:	Satana Hellstrom, Mairin Moran, Saeko

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Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana is awake, of course. She doesn't sleep much. She feigns it for the comfort of her partners. (Well, the ones she lets live, at any rate.) She'd spent the night after the long afternoon and evening of slow, simmering passion that slipped into a boil until Mairin fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion, exploring the other's body with more clinical interest while Mairin slept on the bed she'd been carried to.

Her and Thomas' "marital" bed, so to speak.

Then, exploration complete, she curled up protectively around the fragile little human, suppressing the urge to drink her soul deeply out of respect for Thomas' fondness for the woman, and listened to her breathing, waiting for the signs of stirring so the next day's fun could begin.

For after the clinical exploration, and before the all-encompassing spooning, Satana had quickly gone through the house, hanging different articles of clothing in suggestive places, relying on the fact that Mairin's memory of the night was likely to be a complete blur in a sea of passion.

The only article of clothing visible in the bedroom was a pair of panties, hung from a decorative wall lamp. It took only a bit of work with her tongue to make it suggestively wet and clinging to the fittings.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin stirs... then begins to blink awake, stretching out her full five feet and trying to piece together all of the whens, wheres, and whats of the past several hours. Then things come rushing back in, sliding into place, and painting a foggy picture that has her scrambling away from Satana and clutching whatever she can find to cover herself as she looks franticly around the room.

    "What?!" She casts about the room for her clothes, and sees next to nothing. Just the single item.

    "Where are my things?! Where are my clothes??"

Saeko has posed:
A sudden shift in the air, a flare of light...and there was a shape lazily dropping with a light thud onto the bed...right where Mairin had been a moment ago.

"Hey S-," she begins, only to blink. One didn't need fox-like senses to work out the state of the room, and finding Satana in her current state wasn't exactly abnormal, but the kitsune gives a light sniff from the lounging position she had landed on the bed in between the pair, looking over her mostly bare shoulder and raising a brow at Mairin's state before giggling aloud and bringing a hand to her lips.

"I see you got over your fear at least a little, no?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Feigning coming awake and bewilderment, Satana looks around as Mairin starts to freak out while internally she suppresses laughter. Hard.

This was going to be FUN!

"Wha...? What? What's the matter?" Satana blinks owlishly at Mairin, looking on in confusion. And obvious appreciation, if the glint in her eye is anything to go by. "I think those are your panties," she says 'helpfully', pointing to the wall unit. "Those are too slim for me."

She seems about to continue when Saeko suddenly appears. "Oh, hi foxy!" she says, breaking out into a welcoming smile. "Mairin and I had some fun yesterday afternoon. Well starting there and going into the small hours. I'm exhausted!"

She feigns a yawn and a stretch to punctuate that.

"I think we may have to do a scavenger hunt to find her clothing. We got a bit careless it seems."

Her eyes fall on Mairin again. "Was it as fun for you as it was for me?" she purrs.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Blushing doesn't even remotely cover what Mairin does as Saeko just lands between them. It would be closer to say that her neck and face simply errupt in a torrent of red. Backing up even farther, Mairin slides right off the bed, dragging a bit of the sheet with her but not nearly enough.

    "Where are my colthes, Satana?!" She demands from the floor. "I know you did something with them!"

    She doesn't really. But she's a smart girl and can guess.

Saeko has posed:
A roll on her hop, now Saeko was facing Mairin with Satana pressed against her back, one hand propping up her head at her cheek before she raises an eyebrow at the story.

"Sounds like you found something you desired for yourself," she teases, reaching a fingertip out to 'boop' Mairin's nose.

Of course, while the kitsune herself was as dressed as she usually was, there was something about her gaze that suggested she was enjoying the sight she'd stumbled upon.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"I genuinely don't know," Satana smoothly lies. "I don't remember us leaving the house, so ... obviously still in the house."

She gestures to the panties.

"You might want to start with those, though. Don't worry, we'll find the rest. What all were you wearing?"

It's good that lying comes naturally to demons or she'd be unable to suppress the laughter that's building up inside her.

"Bra... Where did we take that off? Maybe out on the stairs?"

While she speaks, Satana embraces Saeko from behind, resting her chin on the kitsune's shoulder, peering at Mairin as if hiding behind Saeko for cover.

Mairin Moran has posed:
     There aren't any synonyms for 'red' that accurately convey Mairin's face as Saeko appraises her and touches her nose. Truth to tell, there's a part of her that just wants to get back into the bed and see just how the kitsune feels against her. Which, of course, only makes her that much more embaressed.

    But this is just too much, particularly with visions of Nettie wandering through her head as well. 'something she desired for herself' is exactly the problem. Because this wasn't what she desired for herself. And yet, she does have a vague memory of giving in. Of letting go. Of enj-- It's all a giant confused mess and she isn't going to be able to make sense of it here... with... them!

    Mairi'n stands almost runs to the panties, snatching them up and hurrying to put them on without turning around to face Saeko and Satana.

    "Please," she starts, taking deep breaths and trying to calm her mind and her heart. "Can you find my clothes and bring them here? I have no desire to go walking naked around your house."

Saeko has posed:
True enough, Saeko isn't complicit in this little loss of clothing, if anything for all her usual flirtation and attraction to the poor 'mouse' with sympathy.

Reaching a hand back to lazily stroke Satana's hair, she exhales a slow breath. "I...can likely find you something, I suppose."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Oh, don't fuss! Thomas isn't around and Saeko is here and has already seen everything. It's perfectly safe to go looking around. And I don't remember what all you were wearing, which makes it hard for me to find, don't you think? Let's just go out there and look. I mean it's not like we did an erotically charged easter egg hunt!"

She clambers out of bed, picking up Saeko and carrying her over her shoulders like she'd piggy-back a young child, idly tickling the thighs that stretch past her head.

"Besides, once the mousy clothing is gone, you're really rather attractive. Don't be ashamed! It's not as if I hadn't already seen, touched, tasted, and otherwise explored every part of you last night!"

She tilts her head up to look at Saeko's face. "Wish you were here. She's a lot more fun than she seems right now. I think you both would have enjoyed each other."

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin stands there for a few seconds, trying to work calm and focus back into every part of her body. She starts inside... with breathing... slow and steady. Then works outward, until she's stretching and flexing her fingers and toes. It's an exercise Demona taught her, and it works to some extent. Enough, at least, to allow her to turn around and walk toward the door.

    "I think you're fully aware that I wasn't myself at the time, Satana," she says as she approches. "Else I can guarentee you I would not have left my clothing strewn around the house for anyone to see." She reaches the door, opens it, and gestures for Satana to go first, a small smile on her face that doesn't touch her eyes.

    Nope. She's no fun at all right now.

Saeko has posed:
Now that has Saeko blinking, picked up as easily as she was and currently the only one clothed in the room, the kitsune's ears flatten a little and she plants a small kiss on Satana's cheek before she disappears, reappearing beside Mairin and folding her arms under her bust.

"If you wish, I can clothe you, in exchange for an offering...something as simple as buying me a coffee. But if you are...uncomfortable with magics tonight? I can help look around. It is a big house."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"How am I supposed to know what you are or are not as yourself? I only ever met you publicly where everybody fronts and masks. When you were with me here, though, you were ..."

Satana shivers with a lasciviously delighted grin, eyes closed.

"...delicious. I thought we were getting along well, given the way you were writhing around when my tongue was ..."

She winks and stops. Making instead a disappointed noise at Saeko teleporting off her shoulders.

"Saeko, if you help us find her clothing, I'll personally cook one of my speciality omelettes for you. Is that offering enough?"

Beating Mairin to the door she courteously opens it bowing and waving the frustrated doctor through.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    And... her concentration is broken again as Saeko pops up behind her and wraps her in a hug from behind. She struggles, but it's so very half-hearted. It's not even quarter-hearted. Because all she wants to do is just... sink into that embrace. Satana was toxicating for the sheer rebelious wrongness of it. But Saeko's allure is something else entirely. Something that reaches a place far deeper in Mairin.

    And Satana's inferences and reminders that flash memories into her head make everything even harder. It's a knife's edge that she standing on, and it takes all of her will not to just throw herself off of it. She doesn't even have the presence of mind or reason to consider Saeko's offer.

    She just nods a little, though at what exactly is hard to say.

Saeko has posed:
For all of Saeko's 'soft' temptation she offers, the warmth of her form pressed up compared with Satana's intense and harder passions, she does simply smile at that little nod...

Then Satana makes her own offer, a little grin on the kitsune's lips and a lazy flick of her tails stroking against the demoness' cheek as she guides Mairin through the door.

"Of course, I would be delighted to help you..."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana practically purrs at the tail across her cheek, following the pair out the door, admiring forms, and stepping closely behind them. She stops, however, very suddenly, staring up at the high ceiling.

"That doesn't look like one of mine," she says, pointing to a white piece of clothing that appears to have been caught by a thin shoulder strap on the nose of a frieze's depiction of a face. "Is that yours, Mairin?"

She turns her gaze at Mairin, waiting for her to turn around so she can visibly appreciate the mostly-nude form with a broad, hungry smile.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    And guided she is. It's obvious she's barely paying attention to what she's looking at. Her hands can't seem to decide if they want to just stay stiff at her sides or reach up to hold Saeko's arms in front of her. And her eyes's are just staring past everything in front of her. But she walks through the door regardless and turns her head about a little vacantly.

    Right... what wa sshe looking for? She was looking for something wasn't she? Right.. the rest of her underwear. Satana said it might be out here... didn't she?

    But Saeko smells so good... and her body pressing against Mairin's back... Her mind starts to wander, to imagine... and she has to give herself a little shake to bring her thoughts back where she needs them. But still she makes no move to leave the kitsune's embrace.

    "My bra... she mutters..." Reminding herself as much as anyone else. "Need to find that."

    She spins around at Satana's words, quite possibly too fast for Saeko to keep up with, assuming she even wanted to.

    At best this ends with Mairin looking up in dismay at her underwear far out of reach. And at worst... well she'll be face to face and... everything to everything with Saeko.

Saeko has posed:
Saeko wasn't generally one to use magic to influence someone, but then given the fact she was a being made of magic with impossible beauty...she wasn't really better.

Closing her eyes lightly, the Tenko does indeed release her arms lightly when Mairin moves to turn, but when she does? Well, Saeko doesn't move and indeed finds herself face to face with the mousy woman while Satana looks on with that oh-so-familier smile.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Enjoying the scene for a moment or two before interrupting, Satana coughs lightly. "If we're going to carry on like this, I don't see the point of getting clothing." She closes in on the pair, sandwiching Mairin between the two supernatural beings, letting her form press enticingly down the back of the human, reaching to hold Saeko's shoulders affectionately.

"That was a lucky...or unlucky...throw indeed," she murmurs. "But I can help lift you to get it. Unless you just want to rejoin the bed with all three of us entertaining?..."

She follows this with a little series of light nips along Mairin's shoulder.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin is near instantly lost in Saeko. The feel of her... the smell of her... The depth of her eyes. She doesn't even truly register Satana. Just the feel of succubus behind her, of Saeko in front of her, and all the emotions it brings. But there's something else there as well. Something deeper.

    Because standing there, staring into the kitsune's eyes, she's struck by the last time she did so, and what she wanted then. What she still wants. More than Satana, more than Saeko, more than anything. A door that she opened and tried to step through, only to have it slammed in front of her.

    And that ache... that sorrow... is stronger than any lure Saeko has for her. Stronger than the temptation Satana offers her. Strong enough to rise up into Mairin's eyes as she's held, and pour out into tears.

    First one... then more... then sobs as she falls against Saeko and just lets everything out.

    All of the hurt, frustration, anger, self-loathing, and embaressment, breaking out in great jerking sobs."

Saeko has posed:
And like that, Saeko's embrace changes, no longer one of heat nor flirtation, no longer tempation or the lure of some insaitable vixen spirit...

Instead it's simply warmth, peace, comfort...magic almost certainly, but still an embrace as she lifts one hand to stroke the back of Mairin's hair, to offer a soft reassuring non-verbal hushing.

After all, despite everything else, the Tenko of Inari was a benevolent being that preferred to bring jou and peace...

She just also happened to have a wonderful relationship with a daughter of hell!

Her other hand moves, gently reaching past to stroke against Satana's own side... a little show of intimate fondness even while attending to the crying mortal.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
A clue as to Satana's nature comes from the time it takes her to recognize the shift in Mairin's behaviour and the appropriate response to it. While Saeko transforms instantly into something consoling, comforting, supportive, Satana keeps up the seduction for a few seconds before it registers that it's time to change her strategy.

"Oh, there there now, little mouse," she murmurs. "You had a few hours of forgetful peace at least. I know your heart must be breaking."

She tries a few half-hearted comforting caresses, but ... well, Saeko is definitively better at this job, so ... leave the speciality to the specialists!

Instead she takes her frustrated ire out on the imps.

"Go find the human woman's clothing!" "But you..." "SILENCE! Find it all, every last piece, and bring them here."

And for her part she levitates to where the undershirt hangs off the wall frieze and brings it down.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    As Saeko's posture shifts, Mairin only falls deeper into her embrace, her arms reaching up behind her to clutch at her back. She doesn't say anything. She isn't sure she would know where to start if she did.

     Does she start with Nettie telling her she was just a child, or with her saying she she was already perfectly happy on her own? Or perhaps even further, to Nancy calmly walking away... Or perhaps yet further?

    But it really doesn't matter. It doesn't feel as though she really has to say anything. Saeko was right about that. About being able to be yourself here. And there is little more 'herself' then clutching, mostly naked, to someone she barely knows, and weeping big wet sniffly tears all over them.

    Eventually she just sits down right there in the doorway, and just lets the entire thing run its course. And it isn't until the imps are back with her clothes that she is even able to take a single deep, slightly shuddering, breath and wipe her eyes.

Saeko has posed:
A comforting embrace, all soft warm skin and silken tails coiled around the woman. Just comfort, just an embrace, just a chance to cry things all out.

It was almost certain another day that she (and definately Satana) would return to their normal mischief... but it is not tonight. Instead she simply releases Mairin when she can finally move and straightens up to standing, tilting her head to the side.

"When you feel up to it, you should meet me for that 'coffee' and I will tell you a story. It is okay to feel what you feel," a pause, she reaches out and places a hand against Satana's waist, drawing her nearer and resting her head on the demoness' shoulder. "But do not feel bad for this night either, trust me on this."

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin is obviously loath to let Saeko go, but she does. And takes her clothes from Satana with a genuinely grateful smile.

    "Thank you. Both of you. If you don't mind, I'm going to get dressed and probably leave. I have a lot to do." She stands, just holding her clothing in a bunch in front of her. "I would love to have tea with you sometime, Saeko." She sniffs and takes another deep breath. "Maybe tomorrow?"

    Then she backs up, and gently closes the door.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana, truth be told, was actually looking a little out of sorts at the direction this turned into, something that Saeko's endorsement (of sorts) and her close presence ameliorates quickly, however. The thunderstorms that were beginning to form in her brow (and making the imps frantic) dissipated as quickly as they formed and she smiles broadly.

"I'm glad I could bring you some surcease of your sorrow even if it was only for a short time," she says, in a way that even feels honest. "I'm also sorry I called you mousy. I confused dress for what was beneath. And you were delicious."

Her true form shows through again as Mairin backs into the room.

"In all senses of the term..."

Door closed, now, she turns her attentions to Saeko. In all senses of "attentions". "She was lots of fun. We should try her together sometime."

Then the kiss of the kitsune's forehead. Bridge of nose. Tip of nose. Lips.