The Accidental Necromancer
Not a Vanilla Girl

I had to get dressed before we could go anywhere, of course.  Valeria gave me privacy to do it, which in a way seemed odd, since she’d just seen me naked in both forms. But maybe the whole taboo about nudity was odd, anyway, if you really thought about it.

We were halfway to the store, driving down the main drag, when Valeria popped the question.

Yes, that question.

“Will I marry you?” I repeated.

“Yes,” she said. “I don’t know how much longer I can resist you. Especially when your throbbing womanhood escapes your panties like that, and I start to imagine what it would feel like plunging and filling my wet –”

“You know, people do sometimes have sex without being married.”

“I am aware. And that will happen to us eventually, unless we do something about it soon.”

“I have pretty good self-control,” I said. “I’m not going to just put it in you all of a sudden because I can’t control myself.”

Valeria sighed. “Oh well. That would be a good solution too.”

“Uh, no.”

I drove in silence until we got to the parking lot, when Valeria said. “Xyla could perform the ceremony.”

“Xyla?” I asked.

“She’s sort of like the captain of a ship. Captain of the forest.”

I’d had all sorts of things against marriage. Marriage created hierarchy in poly relationships, even if you didn’t want it to. Marriage implied a commitment connected to law, one that was hard to get out of if there wasn’t ongoing consent. While I wasn’t totally averse to commitment, I wanted my lovers to stay with me because they wanted to, not because they’d signed a document or made some kind of agreement that was hard to get out of. When my mom said that I would regret all that when I got old, I’d told her I didn’t want anyone to stay with me out of obligation, ever. Not because I was dependent on them, or because they were dependent on me.

“Let’s get shelves.”

“Of course, you’re really the captain, aren’t you,” Valeria said in aisle 12. “You could just tie me up and say you – you’re my wife now. And then ravish me.”

“Right. I wonder how much stuff Enash has in there? I think a couple units should do it for the stuff I put in, but maybe we need three.”

“Or four. Because of Gren, too. I wouldn’t want her to feel less than.”

“I don’t know how four shelf units will help Gren, but these are narrower than I’d normally use, because I want them to fit into the bag, so maybe four is better.”

“Not that I expect you to stop there. I imagine that there will be more in your future.”

“Possibly, I keep bring stuff down and putting more in that bag, don’t I?”

“Jill, maybe? Or Sandra?”

“Huh?”

“Or some pretty elvish girl. Let’s face it, Abby, you’re pretty irresistible.”

I played back the whole conversation, and understood it just well enough that I only bought three shelving units. I loaded them in the van, and then took Valeria out to eat at Clive’s, a fancy American place a step above a fern bar.

“You could,” Valeria suggested, as she looked at the menu. “Simply get me so drunk that I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“Again, no.”

She smiled. “I like making suggestions you say no to. It gives me hope about the suggestion to which you’ve said neither yes, nor no.”

“Consent is important.”

Valeria nodded. “I agree. To take a woman without her consent is evil most foul.”

“Glad we agree on that.”

“But consent is also complicated, sometimes, and I’ve learned I can’t help what arouses me. And that I should accept myself. I think you’ve taught me that, Abby, and I’m grateful. So sometimes I have thoughts of you being evil to me. But I don’t want you to have to become evil to give me what I want.”

“There is a lot of temptation already, in the power I have. I have a confession to make, actually.”

“Have you figured out what you want to order, or do you need a few minutes?” A leggy waitress, college-aged, appeared at our table.

I looked at Valeria. I was familiar with the food, but I figured she’d need time. “I’m good,” she said. “Will you order for me, Abby?”

“Abby?” The waitress asked. “That’s an unusual name for a, um – I’m sorry. Never mind, I don’t know your pronouns.”

“He/him,” I told her. “It’s a long story. Anyway, we’ll both have the avocado bacon burgers, an order of sweet potato fries to share, and we’ll have a vanilla shake and a chocolate shake with it.”

“Okay. Which shake for whom?”

“It doesn’t matter. She can try both, and I’ll have whichever one she likes less. She hasn’t ever had a milkshake before.”

“Ah. Where are you from?”

“L’shania.” Valeria said.

“Where’s that?”

“Thank you so much,” I said, cutting off that line of conversation. “We’re really hungry.”

“Ah. Sorry. Didn’t mean to ask too many questions. I’ll get that order right in.”

The waitress disappeared.

“You had a confession to make,” Valeria prompted.

“Yes. I have a power that lets me, well, give people a kind of sexual fixation.”

“And you – made me fixated on you?” Valeria asked, clearly not believing me.

“No. I didn’t.”

“Is that why I like to be tied up so much?”

“No, it isn’t.”

“So what is it that you want to confess?” she asked, confused.

“Just this. When Xyla captured you, and you clearly found it erotic, I viewed you and Talos as a problem to be solved. After all, you had just attacked me, and I think you actually said that you wanted to kill me. I’ve told you why that would be bad, not just for me personally. Just as you felt that you were justified in killing me because of the evil you thought I was, I wondered what I was justified in doing to deal with the evil you could cause.”

She nodded, listening.

“The spell I have works especially well if it already aligns with the person’s desires. Given the way you reacted, I was pretty sure that if I cast it on you, I could make being tied up the single most important thing in your life, overwhelming all other considerations. In fact, I suspected I could modify your fetish just a little, so that being tied up by a futanari would be an obsession. And since as far as I know, with me being the only futanari, all I had to do was cast that spell, and problem solved. You’d be in my control. Your desires would make you my slave.”

“Wow. And you cast that?”

“No. I didn’t. That’s the point. Consent matters. But what I’m confessing was that I was tempted. I almost did. Something stopped me.” I chuckled, remembering. “It made Enash a little too happy. He’s kind of like a conscience, but in reverse.”

“And yet, it would solve a problem, as you said. Maybe keep you alive. The end might have justified the means.”

“Yes. It might have. But that’s it. I have all sorts of evil means, so temptation is always right around the corner.”

“But you resisted.”

“Yes.”

“You know, if you hadn’t resisted, I think I’d probably be very happy. As long as you tied me up regularly, anyway.”

“Probably. That’s how mind control works, sometimes. In stories. I don’t think that makes it okay.”

“You know that the thought of you casting a spell like that on me is making me wet, right?”

“That doesn’t make it okay, either.”

“But if I told you I wanted it?”

“Maybe that would make it okay.”

“I’m not telling you that,” Valeria said. “Tempting though it might be. It would relieve me of a certain moral burden. But the responsibility is mine, isn’t it, if I ask you to do something and it has consequences.”

“Both of ours, but yes.”

“I like the world morally simple, Abby. Fight evil, and win or die trying. Then do it again.”

“Yeah, I’d like the world to be morally simple, too.”

“You know I want to make love to you, right?”

“I want to make love to you, too. And I don’t see anything wrong with us doing that, simply because we want to, and not because we’re drunk, ensorcelled, or married.”

Valeria smiled. “You know why I mentioned that you could, um… coerce me or get me inebriated?”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t want you to feel that I was denying you what you wanted, just in order to get you to marry me. I’d much rather have you coerce me, than I ever coerce you. So it’s important to me to – leave other paths.”

“It’s a lot to think about,” I said. “I, well, marriage never was my thing. Never thought I’d do it.”

Valeria nodded. “You’re morally opposed?”

“No, not exactly. I don’t care what other people do. Well, I care, but I don’t judge.”

Valeria smiled. “Abby, you have my consent to make love to me. Anywhere, anytime. Tied up, not tied up. In any way, and I accept the moral responsibility of saying that to you.”

“I hear a but there.”

“But I will feel better if you tell me that I am your wife, first. And if you tell me that and don’t mean it, I will leave and never see you again, and the only reason I would spare your life is the damage that it might cause both our worlds. That is the one thing I will not forgive.”

“If I tell you that you are my wife, I will mean it,” I told her.

“I know you would. I only added that last bit because of the way I said it before. That it would make me feel better. I wanted to make it clear that I’m not asking you to lie to make me feel better. Not now, not ever.”

I smiled. “Deal.”

Valeria chuckled. “It’s funny, when I met you I thought two girls shouldn’t fall in love, definitely shouldn’t have any sort of sex, and couldn’t get married. And now I’m asking for all of that. Well, I think the first box there I’ve already checked. At least for me.” She smiled up at the waitress. “Do you think it’s fine for two girls to get married?” she asked, even as the waitress put down our burgers.

“Sure.” The waitress put both shakes down in front of Valeria.

“Good, because I’m very much in love with one,” Valeria said.

The waitress laughed. “Shows what I know, I thought you two were a couple. Enjoy!”

We had a good laugh at that after she walked away, and then I said, seriously. “You know, I figured we were a couple, too.”

“Can we be a couple, with all the others?”

“Sure. Lots of couples. And combinations. It’s all complicated, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“I love you, Valeria.”

Her eyes show. “I love you, too, Abby.”

“My world is so full of love.”

Valeria grinned. “Yes. Xyla, and Gren, and now Lesseth.”

“I don’t know that I love Lesseth. In fact, I don’t think I do.”

“Yet.”

“Yet,” I agreed. “The burger is best warm, and the shakes are best cold, so we better start eating.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” she said. She tried the two shakes. I told her what the flavors were. She pushed the vanilla one my way.

“Xyla likes chocolate, too,” I said.

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s good. I’d love to try other flavors, too, sometime. But I think I’m just not a vanilla girl.”

“Oh, Val, you are definitely not a vanilla girl.”

“If you knew that, why did you have me try both?” she asked. “And how did you know?”

So I explained it to her, and then she nodded. “Yep. In that sense, I am definitely not a vanilla girl. I used to think I was supposed to be, but I always suspected there was something a bit – what was that word you used? – kinky about me. Still, it’s odd. The vanilla shake wasn’t plain. It was interesting, even. I don’t think the analogy quite works.”

“Well, vanilla sex can be flavorful and interesting too.”

“Well, we can try sometime, I hope,” she said. “But if you give me a side-by-side comparison, I’m pretty sure…”

I nodded. “Yes, I know.”

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