How I became the Empress of Hell 3.87: Emily’s Mom

“So… is she good in bed?”

I scoffed at Zoe’s question and scowled at her.

“Really? Out of all the questions you wanna ask about her, that’s the first one? No 'are you sure you wanna marry this chick?' or are you fucking crazy for getting engaged so quickly?'”

“Geez, what’s with skipping the foreplay? Let’s get ward up a bit before we just jump right in to the heavy stuff, Als… Of fucking course I want to know everything there is about this woman! The last ti you and I had a aningful conversation was the night before HD released, and then the next ti I get more than a single word response its to co help you pick out a wedding dress. I’m supposed to be your best fucking friend, Als. So… if you wanna make it up to for shutting out, you will tell everything… yeah?”

I moved to hold up one of my hands in a placating gesture but thought better of it when the attendant who was busy taking various asurents of my body gave a sharp look.

“Yeah, yeah… OK. I’m sorry, Z. You know how I get when I hyperfocus. And I an… co on… you’ve seen her. I know you are hopelessly straight, but even you have to admit how fucking gorgeous she is. But… it’s more than that Z. She is like the missing piece of myself I never knew I was living without. She completes in a way that defies all explanation.”

Zoe listened intently to everything I was saying, but as I paused she motioned with her hand for to continue.

“And…? You still haven’t answered my question, Als.”

“Why does it matter? You never cared about my sex life before.”

“And you’ve never gotten engaged to a girl you’ve barely known for a few weeks before either. If my girl is gonna get married, it is my solemn duty as your best friend and big sister to ensure you’re going to be taken care of in every way. Last thing I need is to have you all pent up because this girl doesn’t know how to–”

“She’s fucking amazing, Z! I can say without any doubt that she blows my fucking mind every single night. She’s… also a top.”

The much taller blonde woman was about to respond when the attendant moved back to a nearby desk and grabbed a tablet. After motioning for to put my clothes back on she placed the tablet on a nearby bench.

“Go ahead and take a look at these and see if there’s any styles that catch your eye. Don’t worry about the fabric or the specific details of the dress, just look at the overall designs for now. I’m going to go see if Miss Maria needs anything. But… do either of you want anything to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee?”

“I think we’re OK, Monique. Thank you. And uh… sorry Zoe has absolutely no tact.”

While my best friend scowled at , the short black woman laughed and shook her head.

“No apologies necessary. You two are ta compared to a lot of brides-to-be I’ve t. For what it’s worth though… you two look like an absolutely adorable couple. I know Miss Maria will help her find sothing that will really blow your fucking mind.”

With that, she turned on her heel and walked out of the room. I quickly put my clothes back on and sat back on the cushioned bench. After grabbing the tablet, I started flipping through it, tapping on the screen whenever I saw a particular style or dress that I really liked. As soon as Zoe took a seat next to , I leaned against her and she wrapped her arm around . She leaned her head against mine and let out a contented sigh.

“I may be pissed at you for completely shutting out, but I really am happy for you, Als. I know that I hadn’t said that yet. You really must be head-over-heels for this girl if you forget to tell of all people that you’re engaged. It was especially annoying that I had to hear it from Richard when I stopped by your work to see you one day, and he told you quit to be with your new fiancée. He asked what I knew about everything, and I was more than a little pissed that he knew more about it than I did. Not gonna lie, Als… you owe big ti.

I sighed loudly and hugged her tightly with my arm that was wrapped around her waist.

“I know, Z. I really am sorry for not telling you. My… my life has been a bit of blur, if I’m being honest. First I get this completely aweso ga, then the next thing I know I have the most powerful character in said ga, then I et this amazing girl and her aweso friends… we beco the strongest clan in the whole ga, and then–”

“Wait… you’re in the strongest clan in the… oh fuck , you’re Allexus. Of fucking course you are. I knew that was you… I knew it! But Shawn said you would be playing so huge hulking male character like you usually do.”

“Wait, you and Shawn got HD too? I rember you guys saying you weren't sure.”

“Shawn sorta surprised with a copy. We've been playing since day 1… but he's been on-call for the past week, so we haven't had much ti to play. But… number one player in the number one clan. You always did have to be the best at everything, Als.”

I was about to respond when she suddenly lifted her head and cut off.

“Oh, and don't think I didn't notice the whole ‘Allison’ thing… you have been Allie for as long as I’ve known you. You always used to get on all the teachers for calling you your full na, hell, even your parents called you Allie.”

“It's… sorta a special thing with her, Z. I told her my full na, and when she started calling that, I don't know… there's just sothing about her being the only one who calls that makes happy. I'm her Allison.”

“In the 24 years I've known you, Als, I can honestly say I've never seen you happier than you are right now. Even if I am mad about how you went about it, I can tell without a doubt that you are ant to marry this girl. So… tell everything.”

“Everything?”

“Spare no details, Ms. Raynier. I'm a kinky horny bitch, you know I need to hear all the naughty parts. Also… don't choose that one. The stripes would not look flattering on you.”

So, for the next 20 minutes while we looked at dozens of different wedding dresses, I told Zoe everything I could rember about my future wife, starting with the first ti we t back when she was a level 13 Demonspawn.

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“So Allie goes, ‘just take it easy on … this is nothing like Life Sim.’”

Zoe finished chewing a bite of the veggie burger she was enjoying and gave Emily a knowing smile.

“Wait, you said he picked Eternal Combat? Oh… fuck, how bad did he lose?”

“Well, she strung him along for a few rounds, but then when she finally stopped screwing around, it was obvious she knew what she was doing. Fortunately the guy turned out to not be as big of an asshole as he seed at first.”

“That's cool. Nothing worse than an entitled jackass who can't accept his defeat gracefully. So… what about you, Kim, do you play video gas?”

“I did a bit when Emily and Aaron were younger, but not so much anymore. Evan never showed any interest in video gas, so I haven't had much call to play. Why? Do you think I should start playing this Holy Damnation with you all?”

I suddenly pictured Emily's mother seeing so of the things that and my demon wives got up to, and I imdiately started blushing a bright red. Emily must have had the sa train of thought, because as I looked over to her, I could see that she was blushing just as fiercely.

“So uh… Mom. There is sothing else I wanted to talk to you about.”

I gave my fiancée a curious glance, and as she caught my eye she mouthed the word ‘Noelle.’ My heart started racing as I thought about what Em was planning to tell her mother, but I trusted that she knew what she was doing. I took a deep breath and nodded.

“Why do I get the sense that this is going to be sothing I'm potentially not going to like?”

“Well… it's definitely sothing… different. I wasn't even gonna bring it up, honestly, but given that you ntioned sothing earlier about going over a potential guest list, it might be better to get this out of the way now.”

I nervously gulped down the rest of my water and did my best to remain calm. I knew that given the relative ‘newness’ of and Emily's relationship, there was still likely so lingering doubt in her parents’ minds about everything. So I had no clue how Kim would react to the news of and Em's new polyamorous lifestyle.

“So… one of the people who we are definitely going to invite to the wedding is a girl Allie and I t playing the ga. The thing is… uh… well… Allie and I are both ummm sorta… dating… her.”

Kim's eyes went wide before narrowing, and she turned her sharp gaze towards as I spoke before she had a chance to react.

“Kim, do you know what polyamory is?”

She spoke in a flat monotone voice, clearly not thrilled with this conversation.

“I know enough to say I'm familiar with the concept.”

“And… what are you opinions on it?”

She sighed heavily and took a long drink of her soda before looking back up at .

“While I believe it is possible to love more than one person at a ti, I don’t understand how sothing like that wouldn’t breed jealousy and resentnt. I an… I know for certain that I would never want to see Marvin with another woman. That would crush .”

“Kim, can I ask you a few super personal questions?”

She cocked an eyebrow at but nodded her head for to continue.

“Do you know with 100% certainty that Marvin loves you?”

She answered without a second of hesitation.

“Absolutely. In addition to him telling and showing how much he loves , there’s this deep connection with him that only cos from loving him entirely.”

“Would Marvin ever do anything to intentionally hurt you or deceive you?”

I could tell that this ti she had to truly search her feelings to co up with an answer. After a mont she shook her head slowly.

“No. Never.”

“How can you be certain?”

She knitted her brows and tilted her head slightly, and I had to keep myself from smiling at how similar to her daughter she looked in that mont. Or rather… it was easy to see how much Emily emulated her mother. I refocused my attention on the matter at hand and smiled warmly and continuing before she had a chance to respond.

“I’m not trying to make you question or doubt anything. I can easily see how much you and your husband love one another. But for the sake of this conversation, I want you to tell how you can be so certain that he would never do anything to hurt you.”

She sighed through her nose and glanced over at Emily, before returning her gaze to .

“I can feel how much he wants to do everything he can to show how much he loves and cares for .”

I nodded happily and then looked over at my future wife.

“I’m sorry in advance for this, babe.”

She cocked her head to the side in the exact sa way her mother had just done, and I turned back to Kim and asked the next important question.

“Does being intimate with Marvin, sexually or otherwise, make both of you happy?”

Both of the won sitting across from imdiately flushed a brilliant shade of red and Emily looked montarily horrified I had just asked that. I could hear Zoe snickering beside , and I elbowed her softly and focused my attention on Kim. I could tell she was doing her best to maintain her composure, while managing to not fully look in the eye. I heard her mutter sothing to the effect of ‘so not the conversation I expected to be having right now,’ before clearing her throat and looking up at with a slight smirk on her face.

“Yes, my husband and I have a healthy and happy intimate relationship.”

“So… simple yes or no question, sex makes Marvin happy?”

She blushed again, but still nodded her head. I knew that this was where things would differ greatly between what our society says a relationship should be like and how polyamory truly works, and I did my best to remain calm despite the obvious embarrassnt my future mother-in-law was feeling.

“We’ve already established that Marvin would never do anything to hurt you… so it would stand to reason that you trust him implicity, yes?”

A look of understanding passed across her face and she gave a knowing smile.

“Yes. I think I see where you’re going with this. You’re implying that if sex makes soone happy, and you trust the other person to never do anything to hurt you, as long as they remain faithful to you, anything goes?”

I exhaled loudly and leaned back in the booth. I tilted my head from side to side in a sort of see-saw fashion and pursed my lips.

“I an… sort of. A lot of people think that polyamory ans you have free reign to do whatever you want with other people. But that’s most definitely not true. It requires a huge amount of trust and support from one’s partner in order to have a relationship with another person. Often tis that ans setting up rules like ‘you are welco to date soone as long as I know all the details that I want,’ or Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays are my days and you will be spending ti with specifically. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are her days. And Sunday we share equally. Or… sothing like that. While on the outside a polyamorous relationship appears to have way more freedom, a successful one has far more rules than monogamous relationships do. Basically… it all boils down to trust and wanting the other person to be happy.”

Kim’s brow furrowed and her lips were drawn into a tight line. She stared at , unblinking, for what felt like a full minute. I felt my breath catch in my chest and my pulse started to race as I imagined all the things she was going to say next. When a broad grin stretched across her face I finally let out the breath I had been holding.

“I don’t fully get it. But… It’s obvious from the way you two talk that you both understand the implications of everything. I will definitely have more questions later, especially for this other girl.”

“Noelle, mom. Her na is Noelle.”

“That’s a really pretty na. But… yeah… I’ll definitely have a bunch of questions for her when I et her.”

Kim trained her gaze on Emily with a huge smirk.

“Are there any other shocking revelations you need to tell about?”

“Well…”

“Emily Lynn Jason! First you bring ho a girl and tell you’re getting married, then you tell that both of you are dating another girl… I’m almost scared to think what you might be about to tell .”

“It’s nothing bad… just… well… Noellie is… only 18 years old.”

Kim inhaled sharply and closed her eyes. She shook her head and chuckled dryly.

“Of course she is.”

We spent the remainder of the afternoon together in that diner, chatting about anything and everything that we could think of. Zoe and Emily got along exceptionally well, even going so far as to team up on by sharing so of my most embarrassing stories. We left just as the dinner rush was starting, said our goodbyes, and headed back to our cars. Zoe and I stood side by side, and I leaned against her and just enjoyed the presence of my best friend.

“Promise you won’t ‘out of sight, out of mind’ , Als.”

“I promise. Sisters?”

She snorted and pulled tighter against her side.

“Always.”