He set the whole thing up. Said he wanted my "second first time" to be special. He rented a room at a hotel and sent me to a spa where I was spoiled a...nd waxed. We all met in the room at the same time. She was wearing a body-hugging sheath dress with a neckline that just hinted at cleavage and ended at mid-thigh and had heels that made her legs even longer. She brought a bag along with her, which made me a little apprehensive, but I soon was otherwise occupied. We didn't immediately start. Memories of Chaun fucking my mother echoed through my thoughts. The dead coals flared to life. And then a song of pure grief drifted on the wind, a wordless lament. My claws flexed as it swirled around me, my feathers rustling as I banked in the wind. A melody and countermelody of sorrow and guilt. It was so beautiful. So heartbreakingly pure. Raw.My husband was a changeling. I was compelled to monogamy. He was compelled to polygamy. We never should have loved each other. I never should have. He grinned, and she looked me up and down with a look of .... amusement perhaps. I let them in the room, and we exchanged pleasantries.. I handed him the key, he explained that I did not need a cock today, and I would be let out to masturbate if he was pleased with my performance... it was odd, and submissive to be there, plugged, caged and naked while they were dressed. He stated it was time for some fun, and they undressed... she was a very attractive woman, nice breasts, sexy plump ass.... The falcon he is hunts by using sheer relentless power, fear and merciless patience to exhaust his victims, he’s far more intelligent than I am, the thinker and planner. He thought I was taking what happened to Michael and this war we are in too much to heart and far too personally, this war was not going to end well. He thought the pragmatic thing was to move on to the next thing. But my thoughts had strayed from his, I’d released him from our mingling thoughts but not for long, he never let.