This chapter contains adult materials. (About time!) Enjoy. I have never written anything like this before, so hopefully it isn't too bad... it is probably smutty though xD

"You haven't been yourself at all lately, have you?"

Frey and Vishnal were sitting on her bed, bodies angled toward each other. It was a situation that would have been awkward had they not had many glasses of wine coursing through their veins.

"Hm?"

Frey looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes, and suddenly the butler felt giddy.

"I-I mean… it's not like you to get sick!"
He then looked down, very nervous and fidgety…

"And… Princess… I can't help noticing… Doug always wakes me up when he returns. He has been coming back so late. I-is everything ok?"

Vishnal chewed his lip. This was not his forte. It made something inside him wilt whenever he uttered that name, knowing the dwarf was the one who was clambering into bed every night next to the Princess, nestling his face in her long, mint locks…

"Vishnal… I don't want to lie to you… but it's hard for me to talk about things like that… but no, things have not been too great… he seems not to care much for me anymore."

Frey had never looked so fragile and broken, and at the same time, something in her tone suggested she had been practicing the words for a long time in her mind.

Has she… has she been feeling this way for a while now?

He gasped as her hand rested over the top of his.

"Don't concern yourself over him; you need to focus on your training. Hell, I know I probably can't stop you concerning yourself over me… but I suppose that is your job too!"

She was strong in hiding her feelings, and something about that made Vishnal snap. He looked at her determined eyes, her soft lips pressed in a sad smile, and the depth her gaze held. Her tattered clothes clung to her frame, dirty and torn, easy to see how much she put herself through physically. But mentally? He wanted to protect this woman will all his heart. He actually felt angry Doug was not concerned about her current state.

"Princess. It is my job, you are correct. But it is also my pleasure."

Vishnal inched closer toward the beautiful creature beside him, heart racing, wine making him brave.

"A long time ago, I would wake up that little bit earlier every morning, just so I could watch you rest for a few minutes before I had to wake you up. I always tried to beat Clorica to the shipping container, so that I could wave hello once again, as I admired you working hard on the farm. Every thought as I did my chores was that you would come find me as you often did, handing me a tomato, or a carrot, or even some curry rice…"

He allowed himself to glance at the Princess' blushing, awe-struck face.

"Princess… Frey… I… I have… I have always…"

His stifled words were met with a warm wetness on his mouth, and it only took a few seconds before his confusion dissipated and he realized Frey was kissing him. She was returning these feelings… his interrupted confession… He eagerly kissed her back, the couple stopping only to draw air.

"Vi-vishnal," she panted, eyes wet and clouded over with lust.

Vishnal closed the distance in between them, and placed a nervous kiss on her cheek, then moved down to her jawline and began to brush his lips against her neck, making her shudder.

Frey moved her hands around his neck, tangling her hands in his medium length blue locks, feeling every place his mouth touched set aflame. It stopped when he reached her shoulder, and he was hesitant at the fabric which got in the way of his eager kisses. She gave him an encouraging nibble on his own neck, and began to move her hands slowly from his hair to caress down to his shoulders, and rest against his chest.

I can't believe we're... I don't want... to stop... Mmmm Vishnal...

Vishnal began to slide the material off her shoulder, one side then the other, and pulled it until it rested on her cleavage.

He sighed.

"Princess. What about Doug…"

It nagged at the back of both their minds. He was not the kind of man who would do this, who could commit such unspoken acts with a taken woman. But… deep down… he felt as if she had always been his. Doug was not deserving of her. She needed tender care, concern, a gentle touch… Doug was too brash and clumsy in handling a woman's emotions.

"Please don't," Frey whispered in the same tone as she had in the restaurant earlier, and tears welled up in her emerald eyes. Vishnal could do nothing after that second plea from her but hold her tight against his chest, planting a kiss atop her head.

Frey brought her arms down and found where her top was stuck, pulling away from the embrace after some time to pull it over her cleavage. She was agonizingly slow drawing it under her breasts, making them jiggle slightly with the impact. Vishnal looked as if he was going to pass out, and it made her giggle as his face reminded her of a tomato. She then moved down to her skirt, pulling it lower until she was sitting beside him in just her undergarments.

"Princess…" he muttered darkly, a wanting expression in his eyes, making her heart race and her nether-regions throb.

"I have always wanted you."

Hands moved from her hips, up her waist and slid smoothly across exposed flesh until they met at her back, pausing to undo the clasps of her bra. She let it fall to the bed, throwing it onto the floor as she looked away, blushing.

It was strange that Doug was not the one who was looking at her in her nakedness, it was fresh eyes. Someone who had not seen her, who wanted to explore her... Frey's shyness multiplied when she realized that it was Vishnal. Her loyal butler of almost 5 years! Had he really wanted her all this time?

Her mind snapped back to reality when she felt his warm fingers begin to slide around the front of her chest, his hands cupping her breasts as she gasped. He massaged them, tweaking the nipples and soon bent forward to take them in his mouth. Frey writhed in pleasure as the butler's soft tongue dragged over the sensitive spot, crying out when he grazed her with his teeth.

His hands then went back down her ribs, and across her navel. She had pins and needles, and moaned against his touch, his lips giving her one last longing kiss on her nipple, before he raised his head and looked at her with doting eyes.

"Frey… I-I don't want to go too far." He held her like this, two hands wrapping around her soft, milky stomach. His eyes lit up with shock and relief when another pair of hands, gentle and feminine grasped his own, and moved them down further.

Vishnal's fingertips slipped underneath the band of her underwear, and as her breathing quickened, she became wholly aware of how wet she was, and stuttered in his ear, "I-I want you too, m-my butler…"
Her words set him off, he could no longer contain himself as he thrust his hand in deeper, running long, skilled fingers over her slit. He continued rubbing, his erect shaft pushing against the material of his pants at the moans she was eliciting, until he cautiously pressed a fingertip against her opening, slowly pushing his finger inside her warmth.

Her eyes widened, and he immediately felt concerned he was hurting her, but before he could voice this, her finger was pressed to his lips. She could read his mind, it seemed. Frey stood up then, sliding the underpants down her thighs and kicking them away with her foot, before pushing Vishnal gently down onto the bed. She straddled his chest, and began to unbutton the ridiculously intricate butler's uniform he wore.

More to come! Just having a bit of a rest (damn cold!) before they really get down to business.

Hope it isn't too horrible, I can't believe I was able to edit it without blushing tbh!

I really shouldn't have haremed in this game, I don't know who I will marry, they are all so loveable! '-.- Except Leon. Who is a dick. Sorry ):