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Preparing
Ian sighed contentedly through his nose, pressing his lips to the top of Rem's shoulder, Rem leaning back against him and smiling as she likewise kissed Ram, who she held tighter, Ram currently holding their dragon's whiskers. They were finally back. Anastasia and Julius had agreed to go to the Auguria Sand Dunes with them in an attempt to find the Sage Shaula. She lived in the Pleiades Watchtower inside the Mabeast-infested desert, and watched over the Witch of Envy's seal there. The whole point of going was to find out if Shaula, who supposedly could see the entire world, knew of a way to undo the effects of the Authority of Gluttony, but first, they were making a pit stop at the Roswaal Manor in order to let Elena rest, restock their supplies, and tell Roswaal what had happened in Priestella.
After a few minutes, once their dragon was in the stable, they all headed inside, Ian carrying Elena. They ignored Subaru making a spectacle of himself over Patrasche feeling neglected out front. The only acknowledgement they made was Ram clearing her throat as they passed Petra, who'd gone to greet everyone else. Petra went rigid instantly, and hurriedly began to try to get everyone inside. Then, as Ian and his girls got inside, Frederica met them at the door, instantly taking Elena from Ian.
"Are you alright?" Frederica asked.
"I am now," Elena smiled sweetly, tucking her face into Frederica's neck, only to suddenly go green. "Bucket!"
Rem passed her the empty bucket she was carrying, and Elena wretched into it. Frederica winced but managed to suppress her grimace.
"I'll tend to Miss Elena while she recovers," Frederica said.
"Thank you," Ian smiled.
Frederica managed a small curtsy before taking Elena upstairs to her room. Ian glanced into the parlir, saw Roswaal smiling at him, and turned away. He was not dealing with that. He headed to his own room, Rem and Ram both heading for the parlor to do their job as maids. Ian reached his room and went to the bathroom, beginning to clean the poison out of his scabbards and off of his swords' blades. After a little while, Rem and Ram entered the room, followed by Emilia.
"Ian?" Emilia spoke up. "Rem and Ram said you had something you wanted to ask me about."
"I do," Ian nodded. "It'll probably bring up some painful memories, but I have to ask. Have you heard the name Pandora, specifically in relation to the Witch's Cult?"
Emilia froze, eyes widening before darkening as she nodded. "She was there the day the Elior Forest fell. She was leading the fanatic faction of the Witch's Cult against the elves and the moderate faction who tried to protect them. She somehow led the Black Snake to the forest, and when my mother fought Pandora, she killed her, over and over, but Pandora was always suddenly somewhere else, completely unharmed. And there was something else. When Geuse showed up, he killed my mother, but he thought he was killing Pandora. It was like he was trapped in an illusion. And then after she died, I lost control of my magic and fought her, too, and I killed her several times, but she was always just somewhere else, perfectly fine. Then at the end, she erased my memories by setting a hand on my head and saying i wouldn't remember her. And Echidna said she was a Witch. Something about Glory?"
"I see," Ian said, thinking carefully. "Vainglory." He sighed, leaving that alone for the moment. "Unless even the deaths were just illusions, it sounds like she can rewrite reality."
"That's scary," Emilia said, actually shuddering.
"No kidding," Ian muttered. "Thanks. That's about all I wanted to know. At least for now."
Emilia nodded and left, and Ram watched Ian carefully for a moment before speaking.
"You think she'll be a problem?" Ram asked.
"Oh, she definitely will," Ian said. "But assuming she can rewrite reality to control people and their memories, think about how that might change things. Maybe she was the reason Theresia Van Astrea died. Maybe she's the reason for the Demi-Human War. Hell, maybe she's the reason the Witch of Envy went insane and attacked the whole world."
Rem and Ram considered, nodding slowly.
"But she could erase herself from memory and hide her involvement," Ram said.
"She could have interacted with any of us in the past and we wouldn't know it," Rem said.
Ian nodded. "That's the part that's scary."
Both maids agreed and they sat in silence for a few moments before all deciding to go to sleep and rest from travel.
Frederica set the cool cloth across Elena's forehead, then used a second to wipe the sweat off her face and neck. Elena had been going back and forth between mostly okay and too sick to move for days. And throughout all of it, Frederica had remained at her side. Elena groaned, lifting a hand, and Frederica took it, holding it gently as Elena's face contorted in discomfort.
"Have I mentioned how much I appreciate you..." she gagged but held it down, "looking after me?"
"A few times, yes," Frederica said, a small smile playing at her lips. "It's fine as long as you understand that there won't be anything improper."
Elena grinned. "We'll see."
Frederica sighed softly, shaking her head, the same small smile on her lips.
"You should smile more," Elena said. "You have a beautiful smile."
Frederica grimaced slightly. "My smile usually frightens people."
"Maybe, but I like your teeth," Elena smiled. "It proves you're special."
Frederica's lips twitched and her hand rose, only for Elena to catch it. Frederica winced and smiled hesitantly, only for her smile to grow slightly as Elena smiled adoringly.
"See?" Elena smiled. "Beautiful." Suddenly, her entire face went green and Frederica raised the bucket, allowing her to vomit into it. "I swear that wasn't because of your smile."
"I know," Frederica said, smiling slightly, though not showing her teeth. "Try to sleep."
Elena nodded, closing her eyes, only to vomit again within seconds before her stomach managed to settle enough for her to fall asleep.
Ian yawned, stretching his sore limbs as he walked toward his door. He and Julius had spent a few hours sparring, and now his whole body was sore, though, to his credit, he'd won about two thirds of their matches. He sighed as he pushed his door open. Finally, some rest.
"Oh God!" Rem moaned. "Don't stop, Sister!"
"I'm close, Rem!" Ram moaned.
Ian let the door swing closed, the door shutting just as both sisters, their legs tangled and their gushing slits pressed against each other's, crested, crying out in pleasure as they bucked and jerked. After a moment, both looked over at him and held their hands out to him. He sighed heavily, smiling, and dropped his clothes on the way to the bed before both moved to greet him, Rem by kissing him and Ram by using her lips to ensure he was ready for them.
Elena sighed, stretching as she sat up. Finally over. And two days earlier than he'd expected, as long as she didn't relapse. She smiled looking over at Frederica, who'd fallen asleep in her chair. She considered waking her, but decided to get cleaned up first. She headed to the bathroom and cleaned herself thoroughly, then brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth before heading back into the room.
Frederica glanced up from the bed she was straightening up as the door opened, only to instantly drop her eyes back to her work, Elena spotting a hint of color in Frederica's cheeks. "I see you're feeling better."
"I am," Elena smiled. "Thank you for looking after me."
"No thanks necessary, Miss Elena," Frederica said, finishing with the bed and standing, though keeping her eyes carefully trained over Elena. "Is there anything else you require?"
"There is," Elena nodded, walking toward her. "For starters, you could stop avoiding looking at me. We're both women, so there's no reason for you to be bashful, unless...there is?"
Frederica lowered her gaze to meet Elena's as Elena stopped in front of her, reaching up to cup Frederica's cheek.
"Is there?" Elena asked, eyes dropping to Frederica's lips for a moment before rising back to her eyes.
Frederica opened her mouth to speak, only for her words to die on her tongue. Elena's smile widened as she leaned in slowly.
"I want to kiss you," Elena breathed. "You're free to stop me, if you want to."
Frederica again opened her lips to speak, only to instead let out a shuddering breath. Then, Elena's lips reached hers, lingering for a few moments without Frederica responding before Elena pulled back just enough to separate from her. She paused, hearing Frederica take a shaky breath before leaning in again. This time, Frederica began to respond, sliding her lips hesitantly against Elena's. Elena smiled into the kiss, the hand cupping Frederica's cheek slipping around to the back of her head, the other slipping into Frederica's. Frederica's fingers intertwined with Elena's, the kiss slowly growing less hesitant.
Finally, Elena's tongue slipped out, trailing along Frederica's lower lip for a moment. Frederica hesitated before granting access, and Elena's tongue swept into her mouth instantly, coaxing Frederica's into playing. Frederica let out a stuttering breath, her hand tightening its grip on Elena's, the other arm wrapping around Elena. After a few minutes, Elena took her hand back from Frederica's to wrap both arms around Frederica's neck, Frederica's now free arm also wrapping around Elena's back. Her hands both clenched tightly in the back of Elena's shirt, holding Elena tight against her, as her breathing began to grow ragged. Elena slid her hands to clutch at Frederica's neck, deepening the kiss and filtering some of her hunger into it, and Frederica shuddered, clutching at Elena tighter. Elena's hands began to trail along Frederica's body, along her arms, back, sides, neck, and finally down to her breasts. As she began to massage Frederica's generous breasts, Frederica let out a moan, instinctively pressing her breasts into Elena's hands before hesitantly moving her own hands to Elena's breasts, beginning to try and reciprocate Elena's actions, though clearly lacking practice, enough that Elena doubted Frederica had ever even masturbated, much less had sex.
Elena pulled back from the kiss, catching Frederica's hands.
"I'm the first, aren't I?" Elena asked, frederica blushing slightly.
"I've been...attracted before," Frederica said. "But I've never...gotten close...to anyone, before."
Elena nodded, kissing her again before turning and gently laying her on the bed on her back. Frederica's face filled with nervousness instantly, but Elena simply lay on top of her and kissed her, making no move to go further yet. Finally, Frederica began to calm. Elena remained there for a while longer before moving her hands slowly back to Frederica's breasts, kissing her way to the hollow above Frederica's left collarbone this time, making Frederica tip her head back and moan. Elena smiled against her neck, massaging her breasts more firmly, pinching and tugging her nipples through her maid's dress. Finally, after a few minutes, Elena slid her hands up to the top of the dress and tugged it down, standing a the side of the bed and off of Frederica's body. Frederica blushed, crossing her arms over her abdomen, but Elena merely smiled adoringly, admiring the naked beauty before her before reading up and gently tugging down Frederica's underwear. Contrary to Elena's expectations, Frederica had actually shaved herself. As soon as Elena noticed, however, Frederica blushed bright red.
"Ram suggested that I should shave when she guessed that I was attracted to you," Frederica explained.
Elena smiled, pressing a kiss to her smooth pelvis. "I wouldn't have minded if you didn't," Elena smiled, kissing just to one side of Frederica's glistening lips. "But I appreciate you doing it." She kissed to the other side of her lips. "You're so beautiful."
Then, she dug in, her tongue rapidly seeking out as much of Frederica's taste as she could find. She circled and flicked Frederica's clit rapidly, using her thumbs to spread Frederica's lips out of her way. After a few minutes, she closed her lips around Frederica's clit, suckling it and flicking it with her tongue. Every so often, she moved down and pushed her tongue inside of Frederica's gushing tunnel. As she all but devoured Frederica, Frederica's voice rang out in hoarse moans and cries of pleasure, her body twisting, arching, and contorting as her hands tangled into Elena's hair, holding her in place. Elena smiled, intentionally keeping Frederica from finishing while driving her pleasure higher and higher. Finally, once she'd decided Frederica was primed enough, she locked her lips around Frederica's clit, sucking harshly and nipping at it lightly at the same time as shoving her middle finger into Frederica's tunnel and curling it into her g-spot before thrusting rapidly, hand nearly a blur. Within seconds, Frederica cried out in rapture, bucking and writhing on the bed as Elena continued to pleasure her relentlessly. Thick sprays of fluid sprayed out of Frederica's tunnel as she came, soaking Elena's face and shirt. After barely a minute, Frederica shrieked in pleasure again, once again beginning to writhe and squirt, Elena greedily gathering any of Frederica's taste she could without abandoning her clit for long. However, this time, she began to gently ease Frederica back down from her orgasm, allowing her to settle limply on the bed before climbing up to lie beside her, kissing her slowly. Frederica moaned weakly as she tasted herself, her tongue sliding against Elena's and slipping into her mouth as though to seek out more of her own taste. Finally, Elena pulled back from the kiss, seeing Frederica's eyelids fluttering as her consciousness faded in and out from exhaustion in the wake of the massive, powerful orgasms Elena had given her.
Elena smiled wryly and gave Frederica a quick kiss again before urging her to turn so that her head was on a pillow before lying along her side. Frederica wrapped her arms around Elena, kissing her before setting her head down.
"I'm sorry," Frederica murmured, already barely conscious and still breathing hard. "I can't..."
"It's alright," Elena smiled, kissing her forehead. "You don't need to. Rest."
Frederica nodded, tucking her face into Elena's chest and dropping off to sleep instantly.
Ian smirked as he walked away from Elena's door, Frederica's moans and wails echoing at his back. He hadn't actually expected her to win Frederica over yet. He shook his head. His sister had mad game, apparently. He stopped at his own door as Rem's voice echoed from the other side. After a moment, he pushed the door open, raising an eyebrow as he saw Rem leaning back against the wall, Ram's head stuffed up her skirt with Rem's panties around Rem's left ankle. Rem was clutching Ram's head through her skirt, and was clearly getting dangerously close to cumming. Ian smirked, walking over to kneel behind Ram, who was so wet that her juices were actually running out of her soaked panties. He slipped his cock out of his pants, then pulled Ram's panties off to the side before hilting himself inside of her, Ram moaning heavily, bucking back against him as she continued to devour Rem.
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