[Eselberg Station] How could you knock up my wife!?

[Glein]

A shadow stalked Eselberg Station. It moved without sound and without pause, hunting its prey. The security measures could not stop it. It waited outside the room where its prey lay, patient as all good hunters are.

Then as the cat witch left the bathroom door, he lunged forward.

“ELENOR! What the fuck?!” shouted Klaus, the security elf shaking the nekomata by her shoulders.

The rather pregnant nekomata in question was rather surprised when she was being shaken, making a series of confused yowls. "What are you going on about!?" She asked, once he finished shaking her so she could answer. She was certain there was something she was missing at this moment, and that thing was context.

Deciding she had enough, Klaus narrowed his eyes at Elenor. “You know what I’m talking about you slattern!” Mimicking clutching imaginary pearls, “Imagine my surprise to see my wife, thoroughly impregnated, and I with no recollection of said AWESOME SEXAGE!!” He returned to glaring at her, arms crossed.

“And she said your name, thus I am here seeking answers! WHY? HOW? WHY DIDN’T ASK ME TO JOIN IN?!”

Elenor sighed, pinching her nose. "First off, it happened three hours ago, so her not cleaning herself up is on her. Second, she asked. Rather aggressively. Third, I was told about a thing I can do by the demoness who holds the leash of Lucas slash Lucina and thusly my soul in her hands. And fourth, you were rather unavailable and Setsuya wasn't exactly wanting to wait to get the fucking." She explained, trying to cover all the points that Klaus was yelling at her about.

"As for slattern, I'm not really. She was very intent on getting it, and rather than have her be in a pouty mood the next few months while I'm handling this bundle of joy Orias gave me, I obliged. Not without concerns about how you'd take it. Though admittedly, I wasn't expecting your statement about not getting to join in, as opposed to the fact that I fucked her in the first place."

“I would have made myself available any day to fuck my wife!” the elf man shouted with conviction. “Also slattern can mean, “woman who has many sexual partners”, something I know you can’t deny.”

Sighing, and finally seeming to calm down, Klaus continued, “Look, I’d have to be blind not to see how my wife is around you sometimes. We’ve talked about it and I don’t see any problems with it. I’m just happy my wife is happy. Besides, you’re my friend Elenor. I trust you, despite the whole demon cult thing.” He made wavy hand gestures at the last part.

“But you could have still texted.” Klaus said, returning to a pout.

"I only have.... Three. Yeah, three partners, thank you very much." she pointed out. She had to double check her own math, since she almost counted Lucina as a seperate person despite also being Lucas. Elenor sighed again, and put a hand on his shoulder. "As for your wife, she was pretty baby crazy, and opted to have me fufill her wish apparently. As for demon cult, not really? I'm a witch, pacted to a demon. Just me and Lucas currently. Cult would require me having a whole bunch of acolytes and followers to boot." She explained.

"And in my particular field, that'd be called a coven, not a cult. Since cults tend to be more religious in nature." She said, though somehow she couldn't help but feel a shiver down her spine saying that, enough of one to make her actually shiver a moment, since it was like she could feel Orias turn her gaze to her for the briefest of moments with a big ol' smirk.

"As for texting, okay, sure, I admit I could have informed you sooner. My bad. Honestly, I'm not really sure how I can make things up to you right now." She finished, shrugging somewhat helplessly.

“Yeaaaaah,” Klaus said, scratching his neck. “Hard to turn away horny Setsuya. ‘Tis a beast none can tame.”

“Cult, coven. Potato, tomato, same deal.” He shrugged, displaying that for all his martial prowess he was rather a simple man in terms of magick.

“As for compensation…, what should I ask for indeed?” The elf man, showing a rare mischievous smile. “Perhaps a magic trinket? Or some overtime? Nah, paltry by comparison. No, I’m afraid the payment must match the crime!”

Pointing an accusing finger at her, Klaus shouted, “Elenor Herrick, you must let me fuck your wife!!!”

A silence followed. A silence that was only broken by a polite coughing. Turning, Klaus let a blushing station worker enter the bathroom, apologizing profusely.

Rather awkwardly, he added, “If she wants of course.”

Elenor blinked slowly and dazedly for several moments at that. "Uhhh, I mean, she's about as pregnant as I am right now, and it'd be up to her... Also, me and Lucas aren't married yet. We've begun discussing it of course, but we're not that far along." She said. "Listen, can we take this someplace a bit less... awkward? Pretty sure people aren't gonna want to listen to us discuss this kind of thing in the public restrooms of all places." She pointed out.

“Yeaaaah, that does put a damper on things.” the elf agreed, moving away with Elenor, into a lounge area. “Huh, I thought you guys were married already.” He shrugged before continuing. “Maybe you can do an IOU for later? Once all the baby business is over with?”

"Well, you'd have to talk to Lucina, but that would have to wait for Lucas to knock me up since he was rather disappointed my first wasn't with him." She said, shrugging. "If she's okay with it after that happens though, I won't stop you."

"If she's against it, I'm sure we'll figure out something else, okay?"

“Yeah. Okay.” He agreed, rather anti-climatically. After a few awkward moments, he turned to Elenor, “Soooooo, did you like Setsuya?”

"I mean, fuck, she fucks like an absolute dream. I won't deny that much. But she kind of kept things to me pounding her pussy. I think she does a lot more for you when you two play around." She said, nodding. "I can see why you are basically always getting drained by her."

“Hah! That she does. My advice, lots of electrolytes.” Klaus said, placing his hand on her shoulder. “Finally someone understands my struggle. Ours is to be sacrificed to the thicc cat milf, so peace can reign. ‘Tis a most noble sacrifice.”

"Yes well, the only thing I think would make it better, is if I could add you to the mix too. Though, admittedly, probably not as your dorky self. And maybe with a lovely pair of tiddies to go with it too." She teased, with a bit of leaning over and holding her hands up on his chest as though he had breasts while she spoke of the idea. Okay, maybe it was a bit weird for her to say that with the large belly she bore, but still, she was trying to fluster the elf.

“...Should I get a spray bottle?” Klaus joked back, face a bit flushed thinking about it. “And what’s wrong with my dorky self? I’ll have you know I am quite a catch!” He harrumphed. “Or is this a roundabout way of saying you want to make babies with me next time?”

"I mean, if you're okay with me putting them in you, sure." She said, shrugging. "But mostly I was teasing you, let's be honest." She said, shrugging. "As it is, I'm not sure what to make of a lot of this. Especially since I know Lucas wants to get me pregnant as soon as he can." She said, settling back in the bench. "And while I am excited about it, the fact I can enjoy women in a way that I thought lost to me, well... I have to admit, it's kind of kindled a desire to be with women, possibly more than men. Though, I want to give Lucas the full love and attention he deserves, just... I hope he doesn't feel like I've lost interest because of this."

“Don’t worry.” Klaus said, a soft and kindly, almost fatherly, smile on his face. “Of this I have no doubt, Elenor Herrick. Lucas loves you. You are his touchstone to a better life. I know that together you two can work things out together. It might be ironic to say, but you gotta have faith.” Warmly, he gave her a small head pat.

“But yeah, you’ll never sink your demonic magick claws on my ass. No way, no how.”

Elenor snorted. "Not my plan, intention, or goal. If you end up pacted to a demon or an angel, that'll be entirely on you. Just don't cause a fuss over those of the other side, and you won't get kicked off the station. Deal?" She said, smiling. She was sure Klaus was right about her and Lucas, after all, they'd stuck together for over a decade, and had plenty of escapades together. Some sexual, most action. But they were really starting to feel that happiness of being settled down sink in

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Klaus grumbled. “You know, despite everything, I’m still a bit miffed at all this. Depriving of some hot kitty momma action, you fiend.” He poked out his tongue.

"Excause me, but you're forgetting another feline mother on this station right now." Elenor said, huffing as she gestured to herself. "I mean, sure I'm a blimp right now with these kids in me, but once they're out, I'd be in the MILF club." She explained.

Blue eyes wide in surprise. “Huh. That is true.” Klaus, turned to her. “Would you want me, as I am right now then? If you do, I assure you, I have no issue verifying you application to the MILF club as it were.”

Elenor smiled, and swung an arm around Klaus' shoulders. "I would. I was mostly teasing you earlier. Just cause I'm finding a rediscovered interest in women since I've learned how to have a dick again, doesn't mean I don't have an interest in men anymore. I still enjoy a good looking man." She explained, hugging her friend.

“Then it’s a date, Elenor.” The elf said, winking at her with a small smile. Due to her closeness, she’d be able to feel a small protruding mass from below his beltline.

"You'll just have to wait for these little ones to come out first. Not wanting to make the process complicated for you. Don't think you can bend that way." She teased, not really bothered by the protrusion, though she doesn't comment on it.

“A good hunter is patient, for a worthy bounty. And MILFs always are!” he declared, an unshakable belief in his eyes.

"You say that, but I wonder if you're quite the hunter you think you are." She joked, leaning back and ruffling his hair with a wide smirk. "Besides, you'd still be waiting in line to get your turn anyways. Sure, we could after Lucas has knocked me up, but I would want to be sure he has before I get that MILF card from you."

“Very well. I’ll need to get some overtime stored, anyways. Applications to the MILF club are no joking matter. It’s a very vigorous trial process.” Klaus explained, having pulled glasses from somewhere. “But if you succeed you’ll be part of a very elite group. A group that enjoys discounts in every Eselberg dining facility. Up to ten percent!”

"I already get that discount, owing I own the station." Elenor pointed out, smiling at Klaus' amusement and his bit of joking. "So, what else do I get as a member of this 'club'?"

“What else? Merch! I’ve got bookmarks, mugs, I’ve made a deal with one of the businesses for t-shirts and grocery coupons! It comes in all shapes and colors!” Strangely enough, Klaus pulled out some screenshots from his datapad, displaying several items with logos such as ‘Certified Milf’, ‘Milf Inspector’ and strangely enough a rather asexual one, ‘Man I love Fishing’.

“I’ve been trying to expand my income supply.” he explained sheepishly.

"I see." She said, a bit deadpan at seeing just how far he was going with this. "You've an obsession, you know that?" She pointed out, with a bit of a snort. She looked over all of it. "Ya know, most of this stuff looks more like the sort of stuff you'd wear, as opposed to me." She observed. "You'll want to make sure some of it works for the ladies too."

“Is it still an obsession if I make money off it? Regardless, it’s a work in progress. Any suggestion will be greatly appreciated and will be noted when it comes time for your evaluation.” He said, already taking notes in his pad.

"I mean, if the goal is to market to MILF's, you're gonna want to make them feel like they're desired." Elenor said, shrugging. "So things that help them feel good about their bodies, draw people's attention to them, that kind of thing. But you don't want to go too far down that road, it'll just cause trouble."

“To MILFs and appreciators of MILFs alike. But yes, you’re right. I’m pretty sure the monopoly on sexy stuff has already been taken.” The elf interjected.

"No, it's more that you need to be aware of how some might view things. You sexy up the ladies too much, people will think you're just objectifying them. Not enough, and they'll think you're disingenuous about your line." She explained, patted Klaus on the shoulder. "It's a balancing act after all. Plus, you have to be aware of your market. I mean, Eselberg might be on the more interesting side of things when it comes to this stuff, since, well, there is enough influence of both sides, heaven and hell, to make things get weird."

“Wow, Elenor. It’s almost like you’re an administrator or something.” Klaus couldn’t help but say, stretching and cracking his back. “Makes me happy to stay as just a security grunt. Less complicated. Love me desk, love me wife, simple as.”

"I am an administrator. While your wife does most of the actual admin work, I am the owner of the station, I don't get to slack off. I just focus more on the magical side of things." Elenor said, giving the elf a bonk on his head. "So if you're just gonna whine whine whine, I'll just let you sink or swim on your own."

“Help, I’m being oppressed by the bourgeoisie!” Klaus shouted dramatically, an effect that was ruined by his chortling. “Haha! Okay, okay. I’ve spent my complaint allowance for the month.”

Elenor smiled, and shook her head. "Always the dramatic little himbo." She said, before working to angle herself to a standing state. "So, anything else we need to cover while you've got me here, before I go back to beating my head against a wall to figure out how to set up a massive magical convention on the station? Oh yeah, by the way, we're gonna be hosting a convention with a whole buncha magical groups in the UNS coming." she said, remembering she hadn't gotten a chance to warn Klaus yet about that.

“Awww, man. Well, I guess i’m gonna be asking for some extra overtime slots since security is gonna be all hands on deck for that. Probably gonna be double shifts and weird magic shit too.” the white haired elf groaned, dragging his hands through his face.

"Yeah well, all you'll be handling is the physical security. I've got to manage all the magical end of it." Elenor said, huffing. "Gods, I'm going to need to build a coven just to be in all the places I need to be... Damn it Orias, why'd you have to make such a strong damned point?!"

“Pffft. As the elders say, ‘Beware of demon coochie, for it shall lead thee to paths most damned.’ Or well, as they should say.” Klaus jested, before sighing with her. “This place is becoming the confluence of a lot of different factions and powers. We need to thread this carefully or else, this ain’t gonna last.”

"YEah well, the only thing of good news on that front is that if anyone aligned to the heavens or hells starts something to break the neutrality here, the other side gets some serious leverage/power over the other since they did agree to allow this place to be neutral ground." Elenor pointed out. "Not that it will stop mortal groups from bringing their beefs up here."

“Yeaaaaah.” he replied. The elf looked at her with a rather deadpan stare. “Hope that demon coochie was worth it.”

"To be fair, the demon coochie in question is Lucas' boss. And neither of us were aware of her being such until recently." Elenor said.

“Ooooh, the big boss. I’m starting to think I should call HR.” Klaus paused. “Wait, do we even have HR or is that just Setsuya? Damn, now I don’t have anyone to report you to. Stop impregnating the station’s infrastructure, Elenor!.” He pointed at her, mock annoyance in his voice.

Elenor snorted and couldn't help but laugh. "I mean, the only thing that'd be more frightening about that whole thought is if Setsuya jumps into the coven when I form it. Could you imagine the kind of chaos she'd make as a witch?"

“By all the gods and demons, don’t even joke about that.” Klaus shuddered. “I am but a mere mortal, barely able to keep her hunger at bay as it is! I… I might actually die in the bedroom.” The elf looked down, sweat running down his brow. He looked like a man who had seen the gallows that awaited him. Gallows that he could not escape, would not. For to die by thigh, is the death of a warrior.