Eve's Boutique - Ch 56

Final Score

The party was expanding.

People were migrating away from the dance floor, where momentous events had just taken place.  Some were heading to the chill-out tents, which had space for people to lie together in many different configurations.  But these simply couldn’t accommodate the number of people who had suddenly become very, very interested in each other.  The crowd was splashing over security barriers, spilling onto the street.  People, in search of private places – or at least semi-private, or at least with enough room for two or three bodies to fit together.

Plenty of them were still just talking.  Leaning in close to hear each other, giving all the subtle signs of mutual interest, waiting for the other to initiate something they both clearly wanted.  Others had progressed beyond that.  All around there were whimpers and moans of pleasure, the sights and smells of bodies in motion, in all the myriad configurations that it was possible to explore in the physical form.

Most were couples, and most were human-sized.  There were many exceptions.  Nearby, two women had lifted a smaller man into the low branches of a tree.  One of the women was quite a bit taller than the other, but both could easily reach their little quarry.  They grinned at him, taking their time, taking their turns.  Licking him, nuzzling him.  Occasionally one would take the most eager part of him into her mouth, let him squirm and thrust against her, before pulling away again to listen to him whimper and beg for more.  Both women were clearly drunk on power – in addition to plain old drunk.

Beneath them, on an entirely different scale, two other couples were using the same tree.  They were pressing each other against the bark, groaning at the feet of the giants, using the energy of the encounter above as fuel for their own purposes.

People fucked against fences.  Rolled together in the grass.  Quietly stroked each other while sharing a soul-deep gaze, or formed massive piles of dozens or more.  A tiny woman straddled her boyfriend’s massive cock, easily larger than her entire body, doing her level best to get him off.  Above him, a man who was larger still massaged his shoulders.  He whispered something in the man’s ear, and much to the tiny woman’s delight, got an immediate and dramatic reaction.

Words, it seemed, could be powerful.

High above, at the center of the party, Abigail and her friends were still just using their words.  Or, mostly their words.  There was quite a bit of petting, though it was fairly chaste.  Mackenzie had her hand on Abigail’s inner thigh, her dress lifted high enough that the larger woman could stroke against bare skin.  Kayla, in turn, was pressed against Mackenzie, running her fingernails up and down the woman’s arm.  Whatever words they were saying to each other seemed to be effective.  Plans were being formed, decisions made, as the potential between the four of them continued to increase.

Chloe, it seemed, was the only one who didn’t have much to say.  It might’ve had something to do with the fact that the large-chested woman was the only one in a state of undress.  She’d lost her shirt in her Chloe Castle era, and the odds of it coming back were slim.  The other three women were taking advantage with fingers and palms, and occasionally, when there was a point to be made, tongues.  Chloe, thankfully, was big enough to share.

Eventually they seemed to reach an agreement.  Kayla and Abigail nodded.  Chloe, still short on words, settled for a dreamy grin.

Mackenzie bent low, to the many, many little folk who had decided to bask in the shadow of their greatness.  She made a request, and immediately received a large number of volunteers.  As Mackenzie gathered them up, Abigail and Kayla helped Chloe lay back on the hill.  Stripping her incredibly tight jeans was definitely a two-woman job – which left Mackenzie free to deposit the tiny people wherever she wished.  She started with Chloe’s chest, but quickly took advantage of the bare skin Kayla and Abby helped reveal.

Lilith made a proud sound from the back of her throat, and took a long drag on her cigarette.  “I taught her that, you know.  Using her little worshipers like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Lilith kicked her feet, smiling from beneath her sunglasses.  Here, at the edge of the park, was a small municipal pool, still unfilled on this late April night.  Lilith sat on the edge, feet dangling in the deep end.  The night was cooling off, and the witch had her fur shawl pulled tight around her shoulders.

Eve sat beside her.  If she was bothered by the cold, it didn’t show.  Her lacy black dress was a little worse for the wear, though even at its best it wouldn’t have provided much warmth.

There was distance between the women.  Yet they were close enough to touch, if both reached out.

“Ho!” Lilith cheered.  “Now things are getting interesting.  Watch this!  Kayla’s about to put on a clinic.”

Abigail had taken Chloe’s place on the hill, kneeling in the grass.  Her dress was flipped up to reveal her ass, and someone had yanked her panties down to her ankles.  Kayla got in position, pulled back her hand, and very precisely slapped Abigail across the backside.

Abby was looking over her shoulder in irritation, obviously back-talking.  But just as obviously, yet another kink had been unlocked.

“So, is she a switch, or what?”

Eve shrugged.  “I’m not sure.”

“Come on.”  Lilith flicked her cigarette toward the pool drain.  “You know her better than anyone.  You’re just being coy.”

The girls were taking turns now, lining up to spank Abigail.  The party lights illuminated red outlines – the marks left by three different sized hands upon her olive-toned skin.  Kayla was giving them advice, swinging her arm in slow motion, demonstrating proper body mechanics.  Victoria had joined, and was taking advantage of these little breaks in the action.  The much smaller woman had snuck up behind to stand on tiptoe, and was sinking her whole hand between Abby’s thighs.  Even at this distance, Abigail’s appreciation was loud enough to rattle the windows of the pool house.

Victoria had returned Dylan to Abigail’s care, in order to free up her hands.  Abby held the tiny man cupped in her palms, and was very enthusiastically using a tongue twice the size of his body to lick every last inch of him.  She paused occasionally to whisper something, or look deep into his eyes.  Kayla gave her a little tap, letting Abby know another impact was coming.  She obediently relaxed, pulling away from Dylan – enough that when her body reacted to the next strike, there was no danger of hurting him if she flinched.

“It’s like that,” Eve explained.  “You can want different things, from different people.  Be a different person, depending on who you’re around.  Or even be two things at once.”

“Heh.  You mean she’s like you.”

“And like Mackenzie – and other people I could mention.  For example?  The most powerful, self-determined woman I know apparently wants to be spanked sometimes.  Like, on the butt.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“She feels she has to change her name when this happens, which is tragic when you think about it….”

Lilith huffed.  “You made your point.  Drop it, okay?”

The two were silent, for a very long time.

The night was full of the sounds of pleasure.  It was an odd sort of ambiance.  Exciting, in its way.  But soothing too, like white noise, or waves washing on soft sand.

“So,” Eve said shyly.  “I didn’t know you knew that song.”

“Of course I do.  Black Parade?  I’ve been listening to you sing it ever since the sisterhood took me in.  That song is basically your entire deal, isn’t it?  Like.  You're out here trying to save this whole goddamn world, one emo kid at a time.”

“Hm.  I never thought of it that way.  I guess I am.”

Up on the hill, things had changed.  Chloe and Kayla had broken off to spend a little quality time together.  Kayla with her tongue deep in Chloe’s mouth as she stroked her girlfriend’s slit with light, circular motions.  Dylan was once again in Victoria’s possession, and the woman seemed intent on making up for lost time.

And now it was Mackenzie bent over the hill – with Abigail, leaning down to growl in the woman’s ear, a look of almost primal lust on her face.  One hand was clamped firmly over Mackenzie’s throat.  The other, alternating between raining hard slaps against the woman’s ass, and thrusting firmly into her sex.  Mackenzie had to curl partially into a ball and arch her back to allow her smaller friend to do both at once.  She seemed happy to accommodate.  Her mouth was open, a constant low moan escaping, a thin trickle of drool on her chin.  As the spotlights swung, they caught the glistening wetness on her thighs.

“Oh this’ll be good,” Lilith said.  “Watch this.”

Mackenzie’s body tensed, her voice suddenly falling silent.  Then she let out a long echoing scream.  Hundreds of gallons of cum squirted out in a dramatic torrent, soaking the hill, and the hundreds of revelers brave enough to position themselves so close.  Delayed by distance, the sound of their cheers arrived.

“Impressive,” Eve said.  “Did you teach her that, too?”

“Nah, girl’s a natural.  You can, you know.  Go over and join them.  If you want.”

“So can you.”

Another long silence.  This one a bit more friendly.

“Speaking of impressive,” Lilith said.  “What you did with that song.  I had you dead to rights, and you still managed to twist my magic.  You gave Abigail the hint for how to beat Mackenzie.”

“Thanks, but you're wrong.  That wasn’t for Abigail, she knew that stuff already.  It was for you.”

“Me?  Why the hell?”

Eve smiled, and said nothing.

Lilith stared at her.  Eventually she broke, and lit another cigarette.

“Okay, look, I think I understand.  All those people you’ve helped.  The ones you’d fall for, give them every last bit of your heart, and then they’d leave you.  Break you, over and over, and you’d always run to cry on my shoulder.  You ruined some of my best dresses, you know.  They can’t take salt water in the quantity you put out.”

“Sorry.”

“Yeah well, I’m sorry too.”

Eve’s eyebrows went up.  “Yeah?”

“Shut up and listen.  I was jealous of all those people for getting your heart.  Okay?  Because I wanted it, too.”

Eve reached for her.  “Oh, Lilith….”

“I know, I already had it, and like I said: shut up.  I didn’t understand why you kept falling for these charity cases, when they were just going to hurt you in the end.  But now I think I get it.  It’s like what that song of yours is saying – you were trying to take the sad parts of their lives, and make them happy instead.  And doing that makes you happy, too.”

Eve sighed, and shook her head.  “It doesn’t only make me happy, though.  There are times when it makes me so sad I can barely find the strength to get out of bed, let alone carry on.  Especially when it’s time to say goodbye to someone who used to need me.  But being sad is part of how I know I was connected with that person.  And besides, you’re always there for me when it hurts the most, and that is the truest way I have of knowing you love me.  So sadness can be nice, too.  But I made a bad mistake, Lilith.  I was only sharing the sad parts of my life with you.  That was wrong of me.  From now on, I want to show you the happy parts, too.”

Lilith exhaled a mouthful of smoke.  “There’s a happy part.  Right up on that hill.  Go share it.”

The four girls were lying together.  Disheveled, in various states of undress.  Every one of them, as happy as they could ever be.  Taking a moment to recover, and share in the joy of being together.  Before whatever came next.

“Abigail doesn’t need me,” Eve said.  Her voice was thick, and barely audible above the crowd.  “She never did, not for a moment.  She’s the strongest person I’ve ever met.  I have to find a way to be strong, too… because it’s time… time to let go.”

Lilith lifted her sunglasses.  “Eve.  You can’t be serious.”

The witch turned to her sister.  Wiped a tear.  And offered her hand.

“I remember the other things you sang to me, Lilith.  My princess is always in another castle.  And you’re still here.”

Lilith hesitated.  Then reached out, and took Eve’s hand.

They stayed that way, as the party played out around them.  Once, they were disturbed when a forty-foot man slammed a woman half his size against the side of the pool house, bent her over, and began to furiously fuck her from behind.  Lilith hissed at them, and the two immediately decided to find another piece of property to wreck.

“Well,” Eve said at last.  “I think I’ve seen enough.  Want to call the car?”

“No need.  She’s already waiting.”

Hand in hand, the two made their way to the street.  There was a black SUV sitting on the curb, engine idling – too nondescript to be anything but a rental.  Lilith opened the door, and helped Eve into the backseat.

“Dearest sister,” Eve recited, to the woman behind the wheel.  “We greet you after our absence.  I formally thank you for the opportunity you have provided us.”

Lilith genuflected.  “I join my sister in greeting.  Alana, we are truly grateful for your shelter and countenance.”

“Hello girls.  Did you have fun?”

“Yeah,” Lilith said.  “It was a blast.”

“Thanks for putting so much work into Abby’s dress,” Eve said.  “She looked incredible tonight.”

Lilith scoffed.  “I thought there was something weird about that gown.  What the fuck, Eve?  You asked Rules for help?  That’s got to be against the, you know, rules.”

From the front seat, the stern-looking tailor glanced over her shoulder.  “You could’ve asked for help, too.”

Lilith shut up.

The car pulled onto the street.  They were the only vehicle on the road this evening – though occasionally, Alana did have to maneuver around people who had decided to copulate right on the concrete.

“So,” Lilith drawled.  “About the game.  Do we have, ah, final scores?”

“We will determine them now.”

Eve and Lilith shared a nervous glance.

“I definitely had more followers at the end of the night,” Lilith said quickly.

“Yeah, but I caused at least a thousand people to fall in love….”

“And both interpretations,” Rules interrupted.  “Are wrong.  That is not what I meant by Hearts and Minds.  Once again, you could’ve just asked me.  Though I will say Abigail’s interpretation made for a fun evening.  Eve gets a bonus point for that.”

The sisters sat in tense silence.

“Lilith,” Alana said at last.  “Give me your understanding of Eve.  Her heart, and her mind.”

“Oh!  Ohhhh.”  Lilith thought for a moment, staring down at her hands.  “Eve… well.  She’s ridiculously powerful.  And she’s a total mess.  She makes decisions on the spur of the moment, and I don’t think they’re always good ones.  They end up getting her hurt.  But those decisions are always true to her heart, and that’s important.  And… sometimes when it looks like she’s suffering, that’s actually just her reminding herself that she’s alive.”

“So entered.  Eve.  Your understanding of Lilith.”

Eve took a breath.

“I learned that Lilith… is kind of a twat.”

Lilith honked with laughter, slapping her thigh.  Even Alana chuckled.

“But she experiences love as deeply as I do, even if she’s afraid to show it.  She was willing to burn down this world to save me from myself.  Her heart was in the right place, even if her mind wasn’t.  And I learned I need to be more considerate of that heart, because it isn’t always easy for her to tell me what she needs.  The only way I can know what she’s feeling, is if I ask.”

“Hmph.  Good answers, both of you.  I’d say this game is a draw.”

“Oh come on, Rules!” Lilith howled.

“But I know that would be unacceptable.  And so.  I formally declare.  Lilith.  As the winner.”

Eve grabbed Lilith by the shoulder, looking pleadingly into her eyes.  “Abigail.  Please, leave her out of this.  I promise I’ll do whatever you want, just….”

Lilith disengaged herself from her sister, looking embarrassed.  “I’m not going to hurt Abigail.  I’m fond of the squirt, to be honest.  She’s got guts.  There’s a lot of me in her.  I’m surprised she’s your type.”

“Formality,” Alana reminded.

“Ugh, fine.  I formally relinquish my claims to take retribution against Abigail, along with all those bound to Eve, and the citizens of this world.  Happy?”

“So entered.  Now, more importantly: you have won rights over Eve.  Define them.”

Lilith stared out the window at the passing skyline, drumming her finger on the armrest.

“First.  I’m not taking her powers.  And I’m formally limiting the period of her servitude.  One week.  But during that week, she’s going to follow my orders, and listen to everything I have to say.  And I want it somewhere private, where there’s no one around to overhear.  Wilderness, but like, comfortable.  A nice cabin.”

“I know a place,” Alana said.  “Is there more?”

“Yeah!  During that week?  Eve is allowed to tell me no!  And I… formally promise to respect that.”

Eve gave her sister a gentle smile.  She removed her seatbelt, already shrinking herself down.  She crawled across the backseat, lifted herself into Lilith’s lap, and snuggled down, cat-like.

“And,” Lilith added, her voice squeaking.  “Eve has to tell me what she wants.  Her happiness is important, too.”

“I know,” Eve said softly.

Lilith pet her, as the city faded in the rearview mirror.

“I also have a request,” Alana said.  “Either of you may refuse it.  I’d like to give Abigail a gift.  A small token of my appreciation, for her role in bringing the two of you together.”

Lilith whistled low.  “Damn Rules.  That’s a high honor.”

“If you’re refusing….”

“No, not at all!  For putting up with me?  She totally deserves it.”

Eve smiled.  And snuggled down a little closer.

“Hey Lilith?  Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, sis.  Anything.”

“So.  That guy, who spilled beer on me.  Is he still in your panties, or…?”