Alrighty, I figured I'd shuffle the orders of a couple of chapters around so you readers have an enjoyable end to the year.

This chapter is going to be very intense. Do enjoy and Happy Holidays!

I'm also eager to hear how you guys feel about the new relationship dynamic between Louise, Michael, and Siesta.

Too out there? Believable in the context of the series? Let me know!

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Headmaster Osmond reveals the truth of the last void mage to Louise and her party.

Later, Louise, Michael, and Siesta each open up about their shared feelings.


Truths and Desires

I step into through Headmaster Osmond's office with Louise and Siesta and gently close it behind us.

The elderly mage takes several puffs from his pipe before setting it down on his desk.

Smiling, he urges the three of us to step nearer.

"Well...Miss Valliere." The headmaster says, "What brings you to my office today, hmm?"

"I have come to request that Siesta be taken from the school's employ and into my care as a personal maid." Louise replies, "As a duke's daughter, it is within my right to request as much."

Osmond ponders the idea for a moment before nodding.

"You are correct, Miss Valliere." Osmond looks at Siesta with a thoughtful expression. "Though I would like to hear your thoughts on the matter, Miss Siesta. Are you glad to leave our service?"

Siesta unfolds her newly signed and sealed contract of employment from Louise and nods.

"I am, sir. I will serve Miss Vallière faithfully for as long as she'll have me." Siesta looks to Louise with a warm smile, "Both her and Michael."

My heart kinda flutters at Siesta including me in her promise to Louise.

"Very well." Headmaster Osmond nods. "Miss Vallière, I grant your request and permit Siesta to work under you as a personal maid. All I implore in return is that you treat her with the same respect as we do here at the Academy. Miss Siesta has been an exemplary servant during her time with us."

"Thank you, Headmaster." Louise smiles.

"Yes, thank you, Headmaster." Siesta bows, "For everything."

"You're quite welcome, my dear." Headmaster Osmond returns the bow and picks up his pipe again. "Now, if you'll excuse me for being so bond, I wish to speak with your new mistress concerning a matter of great importance."

Louise flinches at this, pointing an index to her chest with a slightly confused look.

"Me, Headmaster Osmond?"

"Yes, you." Headmaster Osmond takes another puff from his pipe. "And Michael too, please."

Louise and I exchange nervous glances before looking back to the old mage.

"Well...what about me and Michael, sir?" Louise asks.

"It is nothing bad, Miss Vallière." Osmond assures the girl, "I merely wish to discuss the events of the recent fight with Fouquet and her golem, that is all." The headmaster narrows his eyes. "Or, more specifically, the magic you conjured during the affair."

My eyes widen at this.

Louise actually cast a successful spell...?

Louise flinches once more, now looking worried.

"Professor Colbert told you about that, did he?"

"Indeed he did, Miss Vallière," Osmond replies.

Louise and me exchange another nervous glance, before looking back to Osmond.

Then, with a sigh, Louise opens out her palms and gazes into them thoughtfully.

"I'm not entirely sure what happened myself, Headmaster Osmond," Louise confesses. "It just...came to me. Michael and the others were in danger, and then I just...I don't know, I acted on instinct or something of the sort."

"As I expected." Headmaster Osmond takes another puff from his pipe. "So you do not understand what you accomplished?"

"Sorry, but no." Louise shrugs, apologetic. "Is it...bad that I was able to do this?"

"Bad, no." Headmaster Osmond reassures. "In fact, the powers you called into being prove you are something of an immense rarity, Miss Vallière."

"A rarity, me? H-How so?"

The elderly mage leans forward a little and plucks his pipe from his mouth.

"Void magic, Miss Vallière. While you possess no apparent affinity for the other four elements, your display of Void-based powers confirms to me that you possess the rare fifth element." Headmaster Osmond sets his pipe aside and folds his hands together upon the tabletop. "This makes you the first in thirty years, and only the second in several centuries."

Louise blinks. I flinch. Siesta narrows her brows and tilts her head.

"B-But that can't be right, Headmaster... The books say void is all but extinct." Louise shakes her head and buries her hands in her lap. "Surely there must be a mistake..."

"I'm afraid not, Miss Vallière." Headmaster Osmond sighs.

I raise my hand to speak, recalling the vision I had after Toby awakened. My recent discussion with Professor Colbert, too.

Osmond turns to me with a smile and nods, allowing me to go ahead.

"Speak your mind, Michael." the elderly gent encourages.

"The void mage you mentioned just now, the one from thirty years ago. Her name was Cecilia, right?" I pose.

"Why, yes." Headmaster Osmond blinks in surprise, apparently not expecting this. "How do you know of Cecilia von Rosenthal, Michael?"

"Two places. The first was a vision from a magical grimoire, and the second came from Professor Colbert," I explain, trying not to sound crazy when it comes to the first bit.

Osmond suddenly wears a troubled expression and hums deeply. "Tell me, Michael, just how much do you know on this matter?"

"Unfortunately only a little, sir," I answer, a little nervously. "Her name was Cecilia, and that she was a void mage who summoned a familiar, another Guardian like me: A man called Simon de Mont."

"Professor Colbert has apprised you of that much, it seems," Osmond comments, looking to the ground solemnly. "Yes, yours and your mistress' predecessors were fond allies to Tristain and its royal family. Unfortunately, however, he and Cecilia met untimely ends in service to the crown."

Louise looks visibly shaken upon hearing this, then peers down sadly, fidgeting.

"Are all void mages supposed to die young or something, Headmaster?" I ask, concerned.

"No, no. Do not think like that, Michael." Headmaster Osmond assures me. "Cecilia and Simon were two exceptional circumstances. In many ways, actually."

I grip Louise's hand in mine and sigh thankfully.

"...If the three of you wish to know more on this matter then I will gladly tell you. After all, hiding such truths now that your powers have awakened and Professor Colbert has provided your familiar Simon's Coordinator Glove will do little good, Miss Vallière."

"Please," Louise replies, seemingly wanting to know everything now.

"Alright. The three of you are sworn to absolute secrecy on this matter, however. Not even Professor Colbert knows the full truth of Simon and Cecila's unfortunate downfalls," Osmond decrees gently but assertively before glancing between each of us.

"Me too, sir?" inquires Siesta, looking deeply confused and a little scared.

"Yes, Siesta. Though you may not wield a drop of noble blood, your discretion on the matter is just as valuable as the others," Osmond assures her.

At this, Siesta bows her head respectfully.

"Very well, Headmaster. You have my word that I'll keep what you say a secret."

"Good." The Headmaster takes another brief puff from his pipe. "And the two of you? Miss Vallière? Michael?"

"I swear," I answer with a nod.

"You have my word, Headmaster," Louise likewise agrees.

"Then let us get on with it, shall we?" Osmond smiles. "Some thirty years ago Miss Cecilia, a talented void mage and daughter to a seemingly unimportant Germanian family, graduated from this very academy. Around this same time, I had welcomed Simon de Mont into my protection so he might escape persecution in Albion's chaotic royal court."

My left arm tingles at this mention, causing me to grit my teeth at the uncomfortable feeling.

"Simon and Cecilia met shortly after, and it is my understanding that a rather romantic encounter of sorts befell the two. From then on, Simon, a common-born man with no magic to speak of, was blessed with the Guardian's Mark. Deeply in love, he and Cecilia offered their services up to Tristain's royal court and Henrietta's late father, so they might rid both Albion and Tristain of a certain... group."

Louise and I look at one another, confused.

"...And this group would be, Headmaster?" I ask.

"The Holy Order, Michael, an Albion nationalist faction driven by a desire to ignite conflict between our two countries," the Headmaster explains.

Louise breathes heavily upon hearing this, her expression troubled.

I grip her hand tightly, hoping this serves as a comfort of some kind.

"And were Simon and Cecilia successful...?" utters Siesta anxiously, hugging am arm around her middle.

"Not as much as the late King Henri would have liked, no," the Headmaster says, looking down at the table as if in shame. "While the two successfully subdued and slayed several of the Holy Order's most vital members, namely the father of Albion's current religious leader, Oliver Cromwell, the Holy Order eventually set a trap for the two."

My brow cranks upward at a certain something Osmond said now.

"You... did just say Oliver Cromwell, right?" I double-check.

"Yes, his father Robert was a key figure in the Holy Order who insighted many religious uprisings. Does this name hold some sort of significance to you, Michael?"

Taking my hand back from Louise and folding my arms, I smirk.

"Actually, yeah. Oliver Cromwell was a key guy in a civil war between the monarchy and parliament in my world. He saw the royalty stripped of their power and the king executed," I explain, lowering my arms to the sides. "It's no big deal or anything now, it happened more than three hundred years back. It's just strange, hearing someone here Shares the same name."

"I see." Osmond blinks in what looks like deep amazement. "Fascinating."

"Just figured I'd bring it up," I say, shrugging. "Anyhow, I'm sorry. Do continue."

"Very well." Osmond clears his throat. "In any case, the Holy Order set a trap for both Cecilia and Simon. Cecilia found herself overwhelmed by several square-class mages in the Order's employ, and was killed. A vengeful Simon escaped with his life, barely." Osmond's gaze hardens into something grim. "From there, he set a final trap for the Holy Order by capturing one of their diplomats."

I lean forward, now intrigued.

"Oh, and what happened to this diplomat?"

"Simon beheaded him and went on a violent rampage, killing as many of the Order's members as he could. Eventually, however, this excessive use of magic tore his body apart," Osmond reveals.

This point hits especially close to home, given I was laid up in an infirmary until just yesterday.

"Given he isn't here now, this story doesn't end well, does it?" I ask bleakly, halfway sure of the answer already.

"No, I'm afraid not. While the brave young man fought gallantly, his body was pushed beyond its limits," Osmond answers sadly. "As such, he limped back from the place in Lenore's woods where he set his ambush, and stepped into this very office. Here, he collapsed dead over my desk."

Louise swallows anxiously as if fearing the worst might be in store for us as well.

"A-And what happened to the Holy Order?" questions the pinkette, a shiver wracking her.

"...Presently, they are nowhere to be seen and neither are their operatives, if any are left," Headmaster Osmond remarks darkly. "I can only suppose Henri assumed them to be dead or missing in action by Simon and Cecilia's hands. This marks the end of what is, sadly, a troubled legacy."

I think back on our fight with Fouquet, and what Osmond might be hinting at, given the timing of our conversation.

"I don't like this one bit," Siesta mutters lowly.

"Nor should you, dear." Headmaster Osmond places his pipe aside. "A Guardian is summoned, prompting a void mage's awakening. And, in the midst of all this, a shadowy thief steals the Staff of Destruction - a powerful magical artifact - from this school's vault."

"Just what could it all mean, Headmaster?" ponders Louise, her expression the slightest bit fearful.

"I am not sure, Miss Valliere. I only mean to say that such happenings render me uneasy," Osmond Clarifies, taking a puff of his pipe and setting it back down. "It is as I said, after all; there have been no whispers of the Holy Order or those serving them for over twenty-five years."

Osmond takes a long puff from his pipe, causing it to illuminate like a firecracker.

"Wherever the truth lies, though, one thing is certain to me above all else." Osmond looks at me, his gaze serious and stern. "That we must all remain vigilant in the coming days and weeks."

I look deeply into his eyes and nod slowly.

"Understood, sir."

And I mean that with every fiber of my being.

"To this end, Michael, you would do well to hone your magic with Professor Colbert's aid, so that you do not end up like your heroic predecessor," Osmond warns.

My stomach plunges at the forboding as heck piece of advice.

"Y-You got it." I nod.

"Miss Vallière," Headmaster Osmond turns to Louise now. "As a newly awakened void mage, you would do well to search the library for any books concerning your magical affinity. A handful may yet remain hidden away in the dustier corners of the academic archives."

Louise bows stiffly, and her nervous frown curves into a shaky smile.

"I... I shall do that, Headmaster."

Siesta folds her arms, her expression tense with worry. She says nothing, though.

"And though it pains me to request you three leave after such a tense conversation, I'm afraid I have a letter I must write to a colleague in Germania for Tristain's sake," Headmaster Osmond smirks faintly. "Now, is there anything more you wish to know before departing?"

I shake my head.

"No thanks. That about covers it for me." I look to my mistress. "Louise?"

"No, sir. I have nothing further to ask."

"Very well. Then I would kindly ask that the three of you leave for the moment."

The three of us bow our heads for Headmaster Osmond. Then Siesta makes for the door and opens it.

I make my exit hand-in-hand with Louise, standing out on the landing of Osmond's spiral staircase.

"Oh, and Miss Siesta?" Headmaster Osmand pipes up.

The maid glances back with a faint smile. "Hmmm?"

"I do hope your days in Miss Vallière's service prove enjoyable. Thank you for serving us," Osmand smiles, "I wish you the best."

"Thank you, Headmaster." Siesta smiles, her eyes glinting with gratitude.

Louise clears her throat abruptly, a wordless prompt to hurry the maid up.

"Sorry, miss." Siesta nods to the old man and follows the two of us out of the office.

Once Osmond's door is shut, I slump back against the wall and exhale.

"...Holy shit. Did all that really happen...?"

I turn to Louise, who's clutching her left elbow.

I reach up and set a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"...I... I think so." Louise manages a smile, before frowning fearfully. "To be honest, I'm just so confused. Not a week ago, I couldn't perform magic to save my life."

I chuckle at this a little, which incites the pinkette to slug my shoulder.

"Hey! Don't laugh!" Louise presses a clenched hand to her chest and stares mournfully at the floor.

"Easy there, I'm only playing, Princess. Although..." I shrug my shoulders and then shake my head. "Would've been nice to hear about your new magic from you instead of Old Osmond."

"...Sorry." Louise looks back up at me.

"Don't stress over it it." I pull her in for a hug, holding her very close. "It's fine. Seriously. At least now I know what happened."

I hold Louise tightly and do my best to put her at ease with reassurances.

"Anyway," Siesta cuts in, her cheeks the slightest bit pink. Probably because I'm being affectionate with Louise. "What are your plans for the rest of today, Miss Vallière?"

Louise steps away from me and faces the maid.

"Right." The pinkette looks to Siesta and sighs. "I have letters to compose, as it happens. One for Princess Henrietta concerning Michael's recovery, and another for my family."

"Guessing we're heading back to your room then, Louise?" I assume.

"Yes, Michael." Louise nods. "While I do that, however, you are free to pass the time as you please."

I nod at her kind offer. A little time to myself sounds nice.

"Sounds good to me. I'll walk you and Siesta back to the room, then I'll swing by the infirmary and check on Tabitha. That alright?"

"Certainly, Michael." Louise takes the first step down. "Let's be on our way."

Siesta and I let Louise take the lead. We then follow after her.

Smiling sweetly for me, the maid offers me her hand.

Not needing to think twice, I gladly accept, tying my fingers with hers.

Together we move slowly down the steps.

"You okay?" I ask in a whisper into her ear. "You looked worried as heck in there."

"Of course. The story was a little...frightening," Siesta answers. "It's nothing, though. Really."

"Promise you'll be alright, Siesta?"

The maid nods her head, her smile widening the smallest bit.

"I promise," she assures me with a soft squeeze of my fingers.

"Glad to hear it."

Leaning in, I peck Siesta's cheek. Her face reddening slightly as I do, she giggles.

Holding hands tightly, the two of us catch up with Louise a few steps down.

...

I sit by Tabitha's bedside with a stern expression.

The girl lays fast asleep under the covers with her chest rising and falling gently.

Closing my eyes, I focus on the sound of her heartbeat through our shared magical bond.

"...Okay," I exhale, letting the strain on the bond slip. "Your ticker's beating a bit faster now, that's good."

I recall tackling the girl to the ground to save her from the massive rocky fist of Fouquet's golem, and how she gazed at me with wide, surprised eyes in the aftermath.

The look of a girl who finally realized then and there that she wasn't facing the world's troubles alone.

Smiling at the memory, I place my hand atop her smaller one and smile.

"Something about that resonated with you, didn't it, Blue?" I hum quietly.

Silent in slumber, Tabitha remains still.

"Being watched out for, I mean," I clarify, quietly hoping in the back of my mind that talking to her like this might hopefully go some way in waking her up.

Wishful thinking for sure.

Still, I've wished for stranger things in my life.

For money to rain from the skies. For every single job I applied for back home to reply with a resounding YES!

So why not shoot my shot and hope my voice wakes Tabitha up?

Chuckling at the silliness of it all, I shake my head and let out a deep sigh.

"I know you probably can't hear me right now but, I just want you to know that seeing your past as I did makes me feel some kinda way about you. Like, feeling how lonely you are genuinely stung."

Pausing, I give her tiny hand a gentle squeeze.

"So I'm gonna be here for you, y'know, to help you feel appreciated." I chuckle to myself, my face growing the slightest bit warm at the admission. "So you'd better wake up soon, Tabitha."

Releasing her hand from my grasp, I stand from the girl's bedside and give her a thumbs up.

"Rest easy, I'll be back again tomorrow." I turn to leave Tabitha's sickbed and start toward the infirmary door. "And thanks, for trying to help a stubborn idiot like me learn a thing or two."

With these last words, I shut the door and begin through the halls.

The sun is setting and a warm orange glow fills the Academy's corridors as I stroll on through.

Sighing deeply, I shake my head.

"Dammit, Mikey."

If I'd spent more time learning my magic instead of throwing myself in at the deep end then I might've avoided what happened with Fouquet.

...

Flopping down in the chair beside Siesta's mattress bed, I breathe a deep sigh.

Louise's maid and my treasured friend is changed out of her usual servant's attire and wears her green linen nightgown.

Propped up against several large feather pillows with her shapely legs folded, she quietly reads from a book.

I cast my eyes Louise's way.

My mistress is sprawled fast asleep across our bed. Dressed in her pink nightgown with her arms and legs spread wide like a starfish, she snores gently.

"Did Louise get her letters finished, Siesta?" I check.

The black-haired girl quietly places down her book and nods to me.

"Of course," she answers, with a trace of a smile. "She finished them at a little bit past five o'clock. I handed them off the Academy's courier and finished washing our laundry."

"Good." I nod in satisfaction, my gaze focusing on Louise.

Smiling in her sleep, Louise breathes gently. A lock of short, pink hair obscures her right eye.

"How about Miss Tabitha, Michael?" Siesta wonders softly. "Has she woken up yet?"

I shake my head.

"No. Still the same."

"That's a shame."

"Yeah." I crack a small, hopeful smile. "She'll pull through, though."

"Of course, she will," Siesta affirms, picking her book back up and quietly resuming reading.

Breathing a sigh, I lay back in my chair and close my eyes.

Everything Osmond told me earlier races through my thoughts, from Simon's death to the Holy Order trying to cause chaos between Albion and Tristain.

"... Seems this world's just as complicated as mine," I mutter to myself. "Even without the tech and fancy shit we have in abundance."

I glance Louise's way, smile slightly, and then fix my gaze on the reading maid.

"Hey, Siesta...?"

"...Mmmm?" Siesta lifts her head, setting down the book and smiling at me. "What is it?"

My cheeks warming the slightest bit, I clear my throat.

"Mind if I kick off my shoes and sit down there with you? I was hoping we could chat for a bit," I reveal. "That alright with you?"

Siesta immediately sets her book aside and her eyes gain a glimmer of joy.

"Do you need to ask, Michael?"

I laugh softly and shake my head.

"Fair point."

I take off my shoes and rest them beside the chair's wooden legs. From there, I rise and crawl onto the mattress, folding my legs under myself.

Afterward, I huddle close to Siesta amidst the nip in the midnight air. My vest and jeans aren't the best when it comes to Tristain's Autumn weather.

Snuggling close to her ample bust, I exhale gently and chuckle to myself.

"Comfy?" Siesta inquires, rubbing my back in smooth, soothing circles.

"Beyond comfy, yeah."

"I'm glad."

I feel her heart thrum a little faster as she strokes my back.

Our eyes meet at the edges, our faces a few inches apart, and we exchange brief, comforting smiles.

"What shall we talk about?" The maid's sweet smile broadens ever so.

I loop my arm around Siesta's hourglass middle and pull her against me.

At once, her cheeks tinge with color and she hums lovingly.

"Anything you like, Siesta," I admit, laying my other hand atop her knee. "How about we take turns asking each other questions? If that's alright with you, I mean?"

Siesta nestles her chin into the crook of my neck, holding me tight in her lovely embrace.

"Oh? Anything at all?" She gently inhales my scent through her nose.

"Anything you like, yeah." I smile thinly and close my eyes. "Being real, I just want to take my mind off everything Osmond told us earlier. I keep dwelling on it."

Siesta frowns softly.

"Is it making you uneasy?"

"Yeah, it sure is."

"...Because the unknown is frightening," the girl adds at a near whisper.

"Exactly. So, fire away. I'd rather we spend time together instead of dwelling on bleak, depressing crap. Heck, I'll even give you the first question," I volunteer.

Siesta's chest swells as she breathily giggles in amusement.

"And it can be anything at all...?" The maid clarifies.

"Mmhm."

Leaning back to get a better look at Siesta's face in the candlelight, I realize her cheeks are almost pink enough to match my mistress' gown, and that her big, blue eyes are practically sparkling with excitement.

Just how long has she had burning questions? I wonder.

To begin, Siesta clears her throat and looks me dead in the eye.

The slightest bit stunned by her enthusiasm, I swallow anxiously.

"Well then, Michael. What is your favorite color?"

"Green," I answer with a laugh of bewilderment. "Honestly though, Siesta... I expected something a little more exciting than colours. I know you can do a little better than that."

Siesta's brow crinkles in a slightly embarrassed frown.

"O-Okay, well." The maid drums her slender fingers nervously. "What's your favorite food, then?"

A full-blown smile spreads across my face at the personal question.

"Damn, you went and ramped it up a notch, huh?"

Pouting cutely, Siesta puffs out her cheeks and playfully jabs my side.

"Fine then. I'll ask a bigger question."

"Go ahead."

I lean back further and prepare myself.

Siesta takes a deep, shaky breath, and I watch as she frees it slowly.

"What are the women in your world like Michael? Are they different from those here in Tristain?"

Falling quiet, my smile drops the slightest bit at the complexity of the question.

"...Oh yeah, they're really, really different. Still, that's a pretty broad ask, Siesta. Care to tell me specifically what you want to know?"

The maid breathes a nervous laugh and I feel her slender body tremble at my own.

"...Everything. I want to know everything," Siesta answers promptly.

"That doesn't narrow it down much," I tease, bumping her in the shoulder gently.

"Well." Siesta sighs and curls a lock of silky black hair around her index finger. "What of courting and dates? Are those different in England?"

"Haven't been on a date here yet, I'm afraid, so I couldn't say," I reveal, somewhat amused by the curious look that spreads across Siesta's face at my confession.

"N-Not even with Miss Vallière...?" She frowns timidly.

"Not yet." I shake my head. "Louise and I didn't open up about how we feel all too much until just yesterday when I woke up. Which means I've yet to go on a Tristanian date."

"How peculiar," the young woman mumbles. "But, then, if you were never open about your feelings for her, how did the two of you make it happen?"

"...Slowly." I laugh quietly, a little of the tenseness Osmond's story dredged up easing. "Little by little. While I was also contending with my feelings for you, Siesta."

Siesta wraps her right arm around me, holding me close and exhaling.

"Speaking of which, I... There is something I wish to know, Michael," Siesta confesses. "About us."

Now I look Siesta square in the face and my tummy starts to flutter at her suggestion.

"...Fire away, I'm all ears," I tell her.

Siesta swallows a small lump in her throat and makes a visible attempt at slowing her quickening breathing.

Her cheeks reddening as the light from the candles dances upon them, she opens her mouth a little wider.

"If... If I may ask, where exactly do my feelings stand for you, Michael?" she urges softly. "Since you and I have shared so much time together. How do you feel for me?"

A weak laugh spills from my lips, and the tiniest, awkward smile graces my lips.

A front for the nervousness I feel. For the apprehension that eclipses any sense of comfort.

Because I have never, ever felt the way I do toward Siesta and Louise as I have another woman in my whole life. It's oddly special and at the same time, uniquely vulnerable.

Swallowing hard, I carefully release the truth from its cage.

"...I really, really care about you, Siesta. Louise too. In fact, I'm honestly falling harder and harder for the two of you every day. And, well..." I force another, deeper swallow, to try and dispel the emotional strain in my throat. "...I couldn't cope with how I felt at first."

"... And because of that, I wasn't entirely honest with Louise until now," I admit in a whisper. "Even as I felt the two of us getting closer, I tried denying it. I played the idiot, to convince myself that our bond wasn't growing deeper, but after fighting Fouquet and coming to, I had a moment of clarity, I guess."

I lean back the slightest bit from Siesta's sincere gaze.

"Everything important to me here almost slipped through my fingers. It made me realize just how much I care about you both, just as much if not more than I loved Anna in our time together," I explain. "I can't predict the future, so I'll do the best I can with now. Is that a good enough answer for you?"

Siesta is quiet for a long, long, moment.

Then, before I can muster a response, Siesta's cheeks flush darker and she smiles widely.

"It most certainly is, Michael." Her body trembles against mine and her breasts rise and fall the slightest bit faster. "Would you care to ask me something now?"

I let out a boisterous laugh and give her rear a gentle, playful squeeze.

"Actually, yeah, I would," I say through the last of my laughter.

Siesta holds her lips in a soft, contented smile.

"Go ahead."

I reach forward with my free hand and gently hold her chin.

Her breathing gaining the slightest trace of nervousness, the maid bites her lip in anticipation.

"...Mind if I kiss you?" I request, my heart rate slowing as the tension leaves it.

"Please do," Siesta whispers.

Without missing a beat, I press my lips to hers.

Casting her right arm wide, Siesta wraps the full length of it tightly around my shoulder and kisses me back passionately.

Her breath tastes like cinnamon and mint and feels so deliciously warm against the nippy night air.

Releasing my hand on her chin, I cradle her back and gently stroke her lower lip with my tongue. Siesta's hot exhalation rolls softly into my mouth as she slides her tongue past mine.

Giggling adorably, she sighs comfortably into my mouth and closes her pretty blue eyes.

I shut my eyes too, allowing myself to sink into her deeply, as my hunger for her grows, just like my adoration.

In my lap, Siesta's gown-clad thighs quiver.

Both palms set on Siesta's rear, I kiss her deeply, cradling and rocking her in my arms. The maid rests one hand around my back to try and hold me even closer as our tongues continue their loving dance.

Drunk off the woman's scent, her kisses, and her taste, I begin running one of my hands up the leg Siesta has slung over me. Siesta shivers a little and mewls quietly, playfully tugging my hair and pressing her weight into me with an endearing moan.

Breaking away from the kiss, her eyes flutter open and the timid maid blinks dreamily, flushing the softest shade of pink.

"My goodness," she giggles, covering her smile behind her hands.

My face burning, I brush a stray lock of hair from Siesta's face.

"Ahhh sorry," I apologize, clearing my throat and pulling my left hand from her leg. "Got a little carried away."

"Don't apologize, Michael," Siesta smiles all the wider. "I enjoyed it."

She uncoils her leg and pushes up a little further on her knees. From there, she wraps her long, silky smooth legs around my waist and plants a kiss on my neck.

Nervously, but excited, I rest my hands on the curve of her bottom, her butt held within the folds of her nightgown. Siesta lets out a muted gasp. I shiver and breathe her name.

"H-Hey now, someone's getting excited," I laugh breathily.

The maid giggles girlishly and turns crimson at the sound of her voice.

From the bed, Louise grumbles and nuzzles down beneath her pillow. Siesta claps her palm over her mouth and breaks out into muffled, helpless laughter.

"W-We should probably stop, lest we wake Miss Louise," she suggests, though regret and reluctance etch itself in her voice.

My heart still hammering, I let go of Siesta and sigh.

"Mmm, good point," I concede, shaking my head. "One more question though. Before I go to bed."

Siesta leans forward and sighs, laying her weight fully against me and wrapping her arms around my neck in a firm, affectionate hug.

"Ask away, Michael."

"Alright then. Kinda worried you'll think I'm rude, but I'll roll with it."

"Go ahead..."

Nervous, but committed, I get the question out there. "How in the world are you such a good kisser?"

Siesta coughs, straightening up, her face burning. She looks at anything that isn't me, clearly out of her depth with the question.

Sighing softly, she regains herself and glances my way with a smile that's somewhere between embarrassed and sly.

"...Do you remember the cousin I mentioned as we walked back from dinner with Marteau?"

"Vaguely. The flirty one that works in Lenore, right?"

She nods her head quietly.

"That's right, her name is Jessica." Her cheeks flush. "And, you see, she has quite the collection of particularly... hot-blooded romance novels under her bed," she reveals.

I fall absolutely, totally, silent while her admission sinks in.

Seems girls in this world are just as adventurous as those in my world, only in different ways.

"Really now...?" I start, choosing my words carefully. "So, you found something, and you've been using those romance novels to practice for-"

"For the day my beloved swept me off my feet." Siesta smiles wider and lays her hand back against my knee, stroking my leg through the fabric of my trousers.

I hum warmly and peck the busty girl's cheek.

"Well, I'm certainly no prince charming, if that's what you were hoping for, girl," I say, half apologetically and half bemused. "My last relationship left me pretty messed up, after all." I sigh at the self-imposed admission and shake my head. "Then again, maybe it's my fault for persisting like I did when I should've gotten out."

Siesta brings her gaze back onto me and looks me square in the eye.

"Then let's make our bond something fun, enjoyable, and loving," she says. "Us Tristanian women are hailed the world over for our romantic ways, as well as our tender natures." Smiling demurely, Siesta shifts her nightgown a little and watches my eyes fix upon the alluring fullness of her breasts.

Then she scoots a little closer, giving me another brief kiss.

"And I will gladly shower you with all of the love I have, should you want it," Siesta promises.

From beside us, Louise shifts her breathing quickly and evenly as she slumbers.

I look at the snoozing pinkette. Then I smile softly.

"I'll gladly take you up on that Siesta. Another night."

Siesta smiles too and wraps both arms around my neck, her wonderful breath warm in my ear and across my cheek.

"Very well then. Sleep tight, and sweet dreams, Michael."

The young woman leans her forehead against mine and I tuck her dark strands of hair behind her right ear, earning a quiet giggle from her in return.

"Night, Siesta."

With that, I carefully get up from Siesta's mattress bed and touch a gentle hand to Louise's shoulder.

The dainty mage stirs in her sleep at my touch and her eyes flutter open.

"Hmm...? Oh, it's you."

I nod for the girl.

"Yep, your lovable idiot," I answer with a chuckle. "Mind lifting up for a second? Don't want you getting cold sleeping on top of the sheets."

"Mmmm..." Louise grumbles, smacking her lips cutely.

I lean down and press a kiss into the middle of my mistress' forehead.

"Is that persuasion enough for you, Louise?" I press on.

The pinkette sets her face against her pillows with a snort and lifts her legs to grant me access to the sheets she lays atop.

Without another word, I slip the covers from underneath her and drape them atop her slender body. Then I cozy up beside her and open out my arms in offering.

Louise immediately takes the invite, propping her head against my chest and wrapping her right arm around me.

"Wow, look who's feeling cuddly tonight. How sweet," I tease her.

Louise digs me in the ribs with her elbow and huffs out a quiet giggle.

"Oh, hush. Mmm...," the pink-haired mage mumbles with a short yawn. "...Oh- Would you remove those jeans of yours? The fabric feels funny against my skin."

"Afraid not." I shake my head. "I'm commando until Siesta gives back my other set of clothes."

Louise blinks at my reply, confused.

"...Commando?"

I inch nearer to whisper into Louise's ear.

"Think back to when I dressed after our bath."

The petite pinkette tilts her head. Her confusion only lasts a few seconds. Then it disappears in an instant as her cheeks turn the most vivid shade of red imaginable.

"...Is that strange word a way of saying you're without underwear in your world?"

I simply smirk as confirmation.

Dissolving into a fit of soft laughter, she rolls onto her back and holds both hands against her tummy.

"T-That's so silly. Commando... It sounds like some kind of strange fish or a Germanian lizard."

Chuckling with her, I prod Louise in the side and she squeaks playfully.

"You like that word?"

She nods furiously, her eyes lighting up with glee.

"Yes, I do," Louise confirms with an accompanying hum. "It's so strange."

Sighing pleasantly, I run my fingers through Louise's candyfloss locks.

"Point still stands, though. The jeans stay on."

Louise shrugs and then turns back onto her side.

"Very well then, if you insist. Though isn't like I haven't seen what you keep in there several times already anyway," the mage says sleepily, apparently rather unphased by the good handful of times she's seen my junk when we've bathed together.

The words "Do I not get a say in that?" come to mind, but I decide not to comment, closing my eyes instead.

...Even if seeing her lady regions sure as heck made me feel some kinda way on a couple of occasions.

Snuggling in closer, Louise places both hands over mine and lays against me.

"You, Siesta, and I will head into Lenore once I've received this month's allowance from Father. While there, I'll have you sized up for a second set of clothes at the weaver's guild, undergarments included," she tells me.

I open an eye to take another glimpse of her.

"Not that I'm ungrateful, but do the jeans honestly bother you that much?"

Louise's cheeks pinken slightly at my question.

"W-Well, not a great deal..." she answers half-heartedly.

"Then what's the problem?" I laugh quietly.

The pinkette's deep eyes dart the slightest bit to Siesta, who lies with her back turned to us before answering, "I-I'm just thinking about you and what is comfortable."

The lie hangs in the air. Smirking, I press a finger to Louise's lips.

"Took us long enough to get where we are now, so I'll be straight about it - do you want me to take them off, Louise?" I challenge my master with an earnest grin, unable to deny how fricking enticing the thought of her holding that sort of interest in me is.

Louise's mouth twists the slightest bit while she evaluates her answer.

In time, the diminutive mage forms a hesitant nod.

"Yes."

"...You're absolutely sure? If it's too much too soon then I totally get it." I ask her once more just to be certain, at which the girl gives a second, stronger nod.

"...I-I'm perfectly certain, please?"

Rationalization starts to kick in. I push it back and give Louise a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"I think I can do that."

Louise's pale cheeks blaze with heat and the smallest, most genuine smile creeps its way onto her lips.

"...I'll take off mine, too."

I quickly swallow, my mouth dry, and do all I can not to fall off the bed with excitement at the mere notion.

The corner of the girl's mouth twitches and her smile falls. Just as I was starting to feel afraid that I'd scared her, Louise giggles.

Cheeks a searing red, she draws back the covers and lifts the hem of her nightgown.

Where I expect to find those plain white panties, my eyes linger on her delicate little box, and the scruffy patch of pink hair that sits above it.

Blushing madly, my mistress gets up on her knees and slowly raises her nightgown, folding it up over her waist. Then, in one swift motion, she throws it right off her head and lets it fall behind her in a cottony, white heap.

Louise winks playfully after stripping off and my heart almost explodes.

"I'm commando, too."

Utterly bemused, I reach out and touch a shaky hand to her cheek.

"Changed your mind, huh? I remember you specifically started wearing underwear to bed when we first began sharing, even though you didn't before," I remind the girl.

Rolling her eyes, Louise blushes.

"That was when you were still just my lowly familiar, Michael," the girl retorts, amused. "It's just as you said yesterday. Much has changed between us recently, even if you are still a commoner."

"Is that a real fancy way of you saying you trust me?" I challenge the noble.

Louise says nothing for a few moments. Then, softly, she leans in and gently kisses my forehead.

"Yes."

My breath catches in my throat. My heart is warm.

There's a beautiful, almost surreal connection between us here and now.

"And, seeing how excited you became when bathing with Siesta and me yesterday, a thought entered my mind," Louise admits softly, setting her flushed face close to my ear. "One which I hadn't even dared consider until you confessed to me yesterday."

Quivering, the petite mage reaches for my trousers and undoes the button with her cute, dainty hands. Then, making me shiver as she does it, she brings the zipper down.

"W-Which was, Louise?" I prompt her, finding I've already begun to rock myself against her hand and palm as the young woman tenderly caresses me.

A mischievous little grin crosses her lips.

"You have been here for an entire month now, have you not?" The nude, pink-haired girl breathes huskily.

Feeling my aching joy department released into the night air, Louise gives a small squeeze, and I fight not to wince or buck from the exquisite feeling.

"That's right... So what?"

Smiling excitedly, Louise leans forward and places a hot, fervent kiss on the edge of my mouth.

"In all of that time, have you once found the privacy, with you and I sharing this room as we do, to relieve your masculine urges...?"

Fuck me. I'm rock-hard and burning at Louise's incredibly sexy statement.

Groaning quietly, Louise's eyes start to darken with lust.

"I'll take your answer from your face."

I look her straight in the eye, unable to look away, completely entranced.

"Guessing you haven't either, huh?" I offer through a strained laugh.

The petite girl lets out a nervous laugh too.

"It... had crossed my mind," she admits quietly. "But the thought of you waking up and seeing me, especially as we began sharing this bed, made me reconsider."

It takes all the might left in my willpower to not reach straight down between the girl's legs and help her get a much better feel of how much her charms have me entranced.

"But then, as you made your feelings very clear to me yesterday, and, it just happens that I heard the entirety of the conversation you and Siesta shared a few minutes ago..."

Oh shit...

My eyes shoot wide.

"Y-You heard all of that just now...?"

Louise giggles nervously and hardens her gaze.

"Played the fool, I believe it was, wasn't it?"

I let out a nervous cough.

"Uh, y-yeah, it was. You weren't really asleep just then, were you...?"

The pink-haired mage folds her fingers through my hair. Then she nuzzles her cheek against mine and laughs quietly.

"Would you dislike me very much if I confessed to being awake from the very moment you came through the door?"

My heart only grows warmer at her admission.

"You heard the whole thing?"

Louise's lips curve upwards into a cruel smirk. She cradles her petite, bare body against mine, and there's that seductive glimmer in her eyes again, stealing away my breath.

"Down to the smacking of your lips and Siesta's sultry moans," she replies huskily.

Siesta yelps softly from her mattress bed below.

Both Louise and I turn our eyes Siesta's way. Facing Louise with her gaze fixed on her mistress, the maid's cheeks are deeply flushed. She averts her eyes, but even the top of her bare shoulders are a vivid crimson.

"M-Miss Vallière..." Siesta sputters nervously, grabbing her pillow and using it to hide her face.

Louise giggles, getting up from the bed.

"It's a little too late to play the innocent, Siesta," she tells the shamed maid playfully. "I welcomed you into my service at your request, did I not?"

Looking at the dark-haired girl timidly, I shake my head to try and clear it a little bit.

"...You did Miss, yes," Siesta replies feebly from behind her pillow.

My heart still thumps in my chest, my body pounding with blood, longing for relief.

"And each of us in this room knows why I did as such, do we not?" The young mage prompts both Siesta and me.

Blushing furiously, Siesta mumbles unintelligibly from behind the pillow and nods, laying back on her mattress bed.

"Yes...," she answers.

I nod stiffly, shifting my gaze between both girls.

"Mmm-hmm, because I care about the both of you," I chime in.

An entranced smile finding its way across her face, Louise laughs softly and looks back towards me with deep fondness and acceptance in her eyes.

"Very good."

The young woman fixes her focus back on Siesta. She holds it there for a second and then looks back at me.

"Which is why, as mistress to you both, I have reached an important decision concerning our future together," Louise decrees, her eyes gentle but her tone somewhat steely.

Hand clutched to her bare chest, Louise exhales gently and continues:

"I hereby decree, as the third daughter of Duke Edmond Vallière," she confirms with the formality of a ceremony. "-that you, Michael DeSilva, shall only be permitted to seek pleasure from two people whilst under my service, and those people are the likes of Siesta and I." Her cheeks burn a fierce red. "This, my idiot familiar, is our new agreement. It will not change unless I deem otherwise."

"Y-Yeah, gotcha," I splutter, managing to muster a half salute amidst my raging libido and the shock of Louise's sudden noble declaration. "You and Siesta are the only girls I can get touchy with."

Seeing that I have it, Louise nods and snaps her gaze Siesta's way.

"And you, Siesta? Are you satisfied with this?"

The buxom beauty turns her flushed gaze my way, her lips curling up in an amorous smile.

"Yes, Miss Vallière," Siesta whispers dreamily. "Most pleased indeed."

Louise closes her eyes and lets out a long, satisfied breath.

"Good."

Then her eyes fill with excitement, a wicked smile forming upon her mouth.

"With that settled, Michael, do you and Siesta wish to continue from where you paused earlier?" Louise poses with a grin.

Closing her eyes, and biting her lip cutely, Siesta nods.

"...I-I would, yes. If Michael wants to as well."

A chill travels up and down my spine.

"You sure it's okay, Siesta...?" I check with the dark-haired maid one final time.

The girl looks over and beams at me.

"Mmm-hmm," she answers coyly, nodding. "Absolutely, Michael." Decided, the maid looks now to Louise. "Might I join you and Michael on the bed, Miss Vallière?"

Louise sits up and raises her finger, and that tells me she's going in full mistress mode.

"You may. This is your private time with Michael, so, for tonight, I shall observe," she decrees with a giggle. "Though you should never forget how generous a mistress I am for allowing you this privilege."

Siesta says nothing, opting to bow her head instead.

With an impish, lust-filled gleam present in her blue eyes, the maid leans toward me.

As she does, I place a finger to her lips, pausing her.

Surprise flashing across her expression for a quick second, I shake my head gently.

"Not yet."

Then, I look to Louise, who now lays against the cushions, and usher her nearer with an excited smile and a wave of my hand.

"What kind of familiar would I be if I left my mistress out, hmm?"

Louise looks to Siesta, Siesta then back to me, a nervous look about both of them.

Breathing a deep sigh, I whip off my jeans, toss them to the floor below, and crawl nearer Louise on my knees. Reaching out, I then cup a hand to her cheek.

And, just for a second, fear glints in her eyes. Because she clearly knows what I'm getting at.

"I-I am quite content for you and Siesta to enjoy yourselves while I satisfy myself, idiot," she says to me in a whisper, her cheeks plunging a deep, dark red.

Rolling my eyes, I snicker.

"And what about that secret of yours, the one you told me yesterday, huh?"

At me whispering about her deepest, innermost kink, Louise's eyes bulge. She seems about ready to strangle me at first.

"M-Michael, you blazing idiot!" Leaning near my ear, Louise continues in a low tone, "You swore you wouldn't so much as mention that in the company of another living soul..."

I cock my brow, a teasing smile playing on my mouth.

"Keep being stubborn and you'll leave me no choice but to go full Tristanian, Louise."

Leaning back to glare daggers at me, the petite mage crosses her arms and heaves her chest.

"What are you getting at...?!"

I glance down at her flushed lady region, already puffy and aroused as we talk.

Then I prostrate myself on the bed between her legs, just like the knights in those old medieval period shows used to for their lords and ladies.

"Mistress Louise, your insanely hot and bothered familiar humbly wishes to satisfy you just as much as Siesta. In fact... He wants nothing more than to make you feel really, really good. I beg you be generous and allow me to please the both of you... together."

Flexing her little fingers, she seems to struggle to say something. Then, she hangs her head, and her shoulders sag.

"Siesta...?" Louise prompts the maid questioningly.

At Siesta's acknowledgment from the other side of the bed, Louise parts her legs ever so slightly and her womanhood opens like a tiny pale pink rose. I hold my tongue but feel more drool than usual pooling at the back of my throat.

"Y-Yes, Miss Val-"

Louise raises her hand to silence the maid.

"Miss Louise will do when the three of us are alone like this," she decrees. "And secondly... You are exceptionally pretty... for a peasant. Therefore, if I were to ask you to kiss me, would you object?"

Scratching her head, Siesta glances about shyly, the maid appearing noticeably taken aback.

"U-Um, t-thank you for the compliment, Miss Louise. As for your request, is it an order from you to me as my mistress, or your desire as a woman...?" The maid quizzes Louise.

"Both."

Louise glances down, her gaze glassy and face burning scarlet. She looks away and then back again, struggling to say whatever it is that's on her mind.

"...I will happily accept the offer, then."

Siesta pushes the hair aside from her shoulder and crawls up to kneel beside Louise. She cups her hands around Louise's jaw and presses their mouths together, Louise relaxing after a second and permitting the kiss. They go from soft, gentle smacks to slow, wet smooches, Siesta moving the slightest bit of her nude body against Louise's as the two make out.

Somewhere along the line, their lips separate with a moist smack and the two turn their heated, panting gazes directly onto me.

Not about to miss my cue, I swiftly draw closer to Louise and Siesta, and gently take one of each girl's hands into the the two of mine.

Smiling for the duo, I let loose with my burning question.

"How was it just now, you two...?" I inquire.

The girls exchange shy glances.

Louise struggles to meet Siesta's gaze for longer than a few seconds.

Siesta though, simply touches her free hand to Louise's hand and smiles sweetly.

"It was quite lovely, actually, if a little naughty," she adds with a giggle.

Giggling a touch herself, Louise averts her eyes and bites her lip.

"...And wonderful for me also."

Heart threatening to spill over at how adorable the pair are, I help ease them closer to one another and clasp their hands until they're sitting side by side.

"...So, do one of you lovely ladies mind if I steal a kiss or two for myself?"

Blushing profusely, Louise starts to hide her face in her arms. Before she has the chance, though, Siesta seizes Louise's shoulders in her long, slender fingers and turns the small mage straight into me.

"Respectfully, Miss Louise, I know full well that you cherish our Michael dearly," Siesta whispers fondly, setting her hands on her mistress's belly.

Laughing softly, Louise reaches out and places a small kiss on my chin.

"I know, but he's such an idiot at times," she fires my way with a teasing wink.

I chuckle gently and kiss her cheek in return.

"Wow. Love you, too. Best mistress ever..."

Louise cups a hand to my cheek and sets her forehead to my own. She grins, excited, and lowers her voice as she eyes to my aching, veiny length.

"I'm sure, being the hot-blooded familiar I know you are, that a gentle touch from your mistress wouldn't go amiss."

My breaths grow deeper with arousal, my chest pounding excitedly at Louise's words.

"I won't say no to that, no."

Sniggering softly, Siesta kisses the nape of the pinkette's neck.

Louise swallows and angles her own hands against my already rigid weapon. In an excitable motion, almost a heartbeat, she locks one of her fingers around me and squeezes gingerly.

Expressing a smile, Louise's lips meet mine, drawing me gently toward her. I reciprocate, leaning forward and holding Siesta's bare shoulder as I lock lips with the pinkette, Siesta nestling up close to Louise.

Louise nudges in close and gradually guides her tongue against mine, softly pushing her tongue past my lips and rolling against the underside of mine. Soon after, Siesta slides in a finger on the opposing side and plants her free hand on my bare thigh.

The petite pink-haired mage sags against me, her tongue quivering and mouth vibrating with a satisfied moan at having my full attention.

Breaking for air for a split second, Siesta then leans in and latches her perfect mouth around the nape of her mistress's neck and shoulders a second time. It looks totally orgasmic the way Louise shivers.

Sensing my burning arousal, Louise's dainty little digits wrap tightly around me, making me shiver. She gives her hand a slow, sultry yank and sucks my bottom lip into her small mouth.

Groaning with delight and surprise, I grasp Louise's small fingers tighter.

The young mage trembles softly and draws her tongue back into my mouth, leaving our saliva to glisten on her lip as she breaks for air.

Pushing out a parched, hungry groan, I lower my eyes to my throbbing weapon wrapped between Louise's fingers

"Oh God, be careful, Louise," I laugh in an embarrassed voice, sweat from exertion starting to slick across my skin. "It's been weeks, remember? Probably gonna get messy."

Siesta gaps gently at my confession. "...Weeks? You poor thing... No wonder it looks so painfully hard."

Steeling her fingers against the very tip of me, her thumb tracing my pinnacle with an amazing gentleness, Louise peers up into my eyes and gives a devilish little smile.

"And supposing, given that yours is the first I've seen; and touched," she hisses in a subdued tone. "I wanted to watch all of that essence spill out onto the bedsheets, o-or over me, would you be displeased?"

...Is this side of Louise real? Behind the grumpy, usually snappy temperament, I mean.

Gritting my teeth at both her sexy words and the feel of her slender fingertips grazing my chest and erection, I breathe a frustrated pant through my clenched teeth.

Louise seems to have it bad for me right now.

I can see the want burning in her eyes. To make matters even steamier, Siesta leans over my bare shoulder to make a passionate open-mouthed kiss on her mistress's red cheek.

"What if I were to tell you, Miss Louise," Siesta purrs, her soft breasts pressing into my shoulder. "that I wish to see Michael unburdened too, and that I would gladly feel his seed pouring inside me?"

P-Pour inside?! Jesus, Siesta!

With my body pulsing, I grin widely and place a handful of heated kisses on Siesta's perfect mouth, the maid blushing and smiling under my enthusiastic advances. Louise smiles indulgently, shaking her head at our energetic antics.

"I'm afraid not, Siesta. I won't have you falling pregnant mere hours after leaving the Academy's service," Louise tells the girl with a playful giggle, cupping my rock-hard shaft with both of her hands.

Letting out a whine, the maid shoots her mistress a pleading, puppy-dog look.

"But Miss Louise, I yearn to know how it feels," she implores with a childish pout, her mouth and hands only inches away from mine.

At this, Louise's gaze hardens just the slightest bit.

"No, it is too soon for that," she commands simply. "If being a nobleman's daughter, I cannot revel in such pleasures outside of being betrothed to marry, then neither will you. Peasant or no."

Nervousness sloshing in my stomach at my newest realization, I run the back of my fingers across Louise's beautiful face. Kinda expected it, to be honest.

"We aren't going all of the way then, huh?"

Chewing softly on her lip, the mage lets out a small, displeased huff.

Suddenly, a glint of something like guilt fills her eyes.

"As much as I am not apposed to the idea, should our bond deepen even further in the coming weeks and months, I-I simply cannot. Y-Your being a commoner makes this..." Louise pauses, her strangely guilty look twisting into something sad. "It complicates things."

And, not wanting to ruin the mood, I softly peck her lips.

"Hey, don't worry about it. There are plenty of ways to make each other feel good without taking the largest of dives, am I right?" I state playfully, pecking her mouth once more. "Just let me take care of you two tonight, all right? My mistress needs spoiling for being so generous, the way I see it."

Laughing limply, Louise kisses my cheek. "...Thank you, you big idiot."

Lips tilting into a weak grin, Siesta leans over and steals Louise's plush, damp lips into a soft kiss, and then presses a more passionate one to mine.

"I think you two are quite wonderful," Siesta breathes with a sigh, pulling her mouth gently away from mine. "And so, I would very much like for us to continue..."

Louise and I both nod.

After confirming that we're all definitely on the same wavelength, I start to move in.

Leaning my bare shoulder down against the warm bedsheets, I help guide my mistress down, one hand around her waist, one cupping the back of her head. Shaking with glee and anticipation, Louise rests her head against a pillow and lays down, prompting Siesta and me to do the same. Me in front of her, Siesta behind.

The pinkette trembles and hisses excitedly against her folded arms, fingers coiling within the bedding beneath her, cheeks blazing bright. She gives a shuddery sigh, pulling up the middle finger Siesta trails along her swollen rosebud.

"Mmm-hmm-uh, stay right there, Siesta," Louise orders. "K-Keep massaging me. It feels so very good..."

Siesta rolls her eyes happily and winks up at me as she slides over and puts her palms to the small of her mistress's bare behind.

"Here, mistress?" she asks, her large brown nipples brushing the petite girl's flushed spine.

Lower lip drawn into her mouth, Louise's heavy-lidded eyes dart up to Siesta's.

"T-There and below a little, actually," the mage purrs, pulling her small legs to one another, shoulders rolling as she prepares herself.

Lost in the amazing sight that is Siesta pleasing Louise, I get to work gently pumping my length in my fingers.

Four weeks of frustration, let's have this.

Feeling little or no shame for staring, I watch Louise rock her rounded little butt into Siesta's fingers, the maid brushing over her plump, petite lips. Little, muffled groans and sharp breaths escape Louise's lips as she attempts to muffle the cheeky sounds by biting down on the corner of her lip.

"Feel good, Louise?" I quiz in a seductive whisper, running one of my hands up her flat tummy, while continuing stroking myself with the other.

Teeth clenched together, the mage forces her head upright so that she can meet my feverish expression, cheeks splattered with a deep scarlet.

"I feel amazing, you stupid f-familiar," Louise admits happily, gasping as Siesta slides her slim digits deeper inside her virgin flower and spreads her petals wider. "I should make you and Siesta please me more often."

Groaning with delight, I tighten my grip on myself.

"Glady. You look so damn sexy right now..."

Blushing again, Louise smirks between her sighs and grunts.

"Well, you're not exactly displeasing either, Michael," she purrs, cupping the back of her thigh in one hand and lifting it a little, giving a better view of what Siesta's doing to her.

Biting my lip, I continue my self-inflicted pleasant torture.

"Come on, ladies," I growl, breathing shallow and rapid as it normally is when I'm almost there. "You two are ruining me here."

With her tongue hanging out her mouth, Siesta licks and sucks Louise's ears and the side of her neck as her nimble fingers make their rounds within her.

"A-And supposing I wanted your red-hot pleasure splashing all over me, Michael?" Louise hisses, bringing a hand down and using her digits and her thumbs to part the lips to her entrance so that Siesta can better reach her. "Would you be a doting familiar and oblige?"

Humming at how incredibly intense the pinkette is being, I savor the moment. Louise is enjoying this.

And fuck it, so am I.

"Yeah, I'll give you what you want. But I've gotta ask, seeing as you aren't letting me inside... Where'd you want it, mistress?"

Laughing adorably, Louise's half-closed, dreamy eyes gleam with lust.

And then, without a word, she opens her mouth wide and lolls her tongue out at me.

My eyes widen at Louise's wordless offering.

"You sure, Louise?"

The pinkette closes her mouth and eyes me with a deep, suggestive smile.

"Why, yes. Give yourself into your mistress's mouth. I'll gladly accept the gift if it is you."

Feeling my face burn with excitement, I gulp.

"No arguments from me there. You too, Siesta. Make her extra nice for me, okay?"

Not even needing me to say anything, the eager young maid kisses Louise's creamy buttocks.

"I intend to, don't worry," she whispers back with an excitable grin.

Swallowing excitedly, I position myself so that my length sits at the bridge of Louise's slender little chin, the maid beginning to tease her fleshy gates some more. She takes her fingers away, only to set her dripping wet mouth right over her most private place and draw her hot tongue along her lower lips. Louise reacts to this by gasping and giving the bedsheet a hungry bite.

"A-Ahhh... Keep licking right there," Louise gasps, toes curling and face a fierce crimson.

Siesta takes Louise's orders eagerly, kissing and mouthing her most tender of places with extra energy.

"So delicious, Miss," she moans against the mage's snatch, tongue and lips smacking and humming.

Amid this, I set my right hand behind the back of my mistress's head and hold her steady. Her eyes go from over my shoulder to my throbbing, searing hot weapon, which twitches excitedly at having its mistress staring right at it.

While sultrily blinking her moist lashes, Louise does her best to wink in my direction.

"Hmm... Come now, Michael, what are you waiting for...?"

Bringing her pale, smooth hand up, Louise brushes my meat all over with her fingertips, sending me dangerously close to the edge.

"Come, place yourself between my lips... Give your mistress her first taste," the pinkette moans, sliding the tip of me between her lips as soon as she finishes speaking.

Chest on fire, I clench my teeth together, squeezing her taut hips in my fingers. The intense stimulation sends shots and sparks dancing and skipping up my body.

"FF-"

Gah, it's too much.

Licking me across my full length like a melting soft cream or an ice lolly, Louise laves the broad of her tongue against me. "Mmmm... Good..."

Gripping her harder, I try not to grunt or scream. With me still in the cup of her mouth, the pinkette nudges me closer with her tiny fingers.

I keep getting tighter.

"Please Louise, suck it!" I halfway command, and halfway beg. "Just a little harder..."

"Mmm..."

Her tongue curls and caresses me. She opens her lips a little wider and her thin tongue spirals and drips all over me like water.

Tears prickle the corners of my eyes.

"Kuh-! Damn it, Louise, so good..." I sigh as she rolls her tongue from side to side to spread her saliva across the entirety of me.

Smacking her lips, Louise stares up at me and wiggles her shapely ass in the maid's face. "Does a noble girl's mouth feel good?"

Mind gone somewhere far, far, away, I grit my teeth and make small thrusts into Louise's mouth. She presses her small tongue under the tip of me and runs her hands with such a gentle fondness across the rest of me. And all the while, not missing our shared moment, Siesta continues darting her tongue excitedly along her mistress's flesh.

My heart and breathing start to soar wildly. The edges of my vision darken.

Gathering what little self-control I have left, I pant heavily.

"So damn good..."

"Mmm-hmm..." the young mage encourages, sliding the narrow walls of her mouth across me. Then she turns the sharp of her tongue upward and draws out drops of my glistening arousal, so slowly. A wave of pleasure comes rushing up my chest and reaches the base of my neck, it then expands and fills all of me.

Suddenly, it unleashes.

My bliss explodes like a volcano, white-hot perfection gliding in a stream out of the tip of me. Louise pushes the back of her throat against the end of me and sucks urgently, swallowing the burning jets eagerly.

Eyes gleaming with a euphoric light, the petite mage tenses up as a wave of womanly bliss tears through her in the midst of greedily guzzling down my pleasure. She clamps her thighs over the maid's forehead and makes several soft and sweet moans, all of which are muffled around my meat.

Gaze hazy with delight as though she isn't entirely here, Louise locks her sultry pink eyes onto mine and holds my hips tight while gagging so erotically.

And, for good measure, Siesta presses her face hungrily to Louise's slick bud and releases a hot, lustful moan against the little mage's petals.

"Uuuuuhhh..." the maid groans, rolling her waist back and forth as I notice a pair of fingers rubbing furiously at her own puffy, bushy mound.

Still struggling to catch my breath, I desperately pant as Louise makes a few more adorable slurping sounds around me.

When the waves stop washing over me, I almost black out, falling limp against the headboard. I'm only stopped from passing out entirely by the sound of Siesta's orgasmic moan, dampened between my mistress's thighs.

This, however, also causes Louise to shiver again, letting out a muffled hiss as she squirts a second time, right into her maid's eager mouth. She bares down on her inner muscles and squeezes Siesta's head between her creamy legs so damn hard.

Breaking for air, the young noblewoman finally pulls me out her lips with a gentle pop and lets me drop free, grinning from ear to ear as she gazes over my trembling body. Thin streams of white leak from the corners of her mouth.

Then, with her pale, petite cheeks blushing a rosy pink, Louise shyly bites the end of a finger while her eyelids fall half shut.

"Hmm," she purrs, raising her bottom high in the air and pushing Siesta a little off her, lying on her side. "...That was quite invigorating."

Cracking a heartfelt smile, I peel my clammy body from the headboard and draw Louise close to my chest.

Then I glance over to Siesta, who's panting happily as she lays there on her back, and curl my finger for her to come. Siesta does so, crawling on her hands and knees between me and Louise and curling up beside her mistress, drawing an arm tight around the petite mage's slender hips. Louise meanwhile presses her shoulders flush to my chest.

As we take a moment to each comedown and remember how to breathe, I push a tender kiss onto the top of Siesta's head, before pecking Louise's lips.

And soon a deeply pleasant quiet falls over the room. It takes a little while, but I'm glad to see Siesta come down last with a big smile spread from cheek to cheek.

Nuzzling my hair, Louise traces one of her hands into the palm set over her tummy.

"That was wonderful..." Siesta utters blissfully.

Louise just laughs softly, her cheeks now a faint shade of pink.

"It was, yes. I am... satisfied."

I chuckle lightly and close my eyes, my body feeling heavier as the adrenaline from our shared romp subsides.

"Gonna need another bath, though, that's for sure."

"Mm-hmm," Siesta murmurs, yawning. "Yes, we will."

"When the washroom is next free for the girls," Louise answers sleepily, cuddling her petite body closer to mine. "I'm simply too tired at the moment."

The two women curl in close to me. I give them a lazy smile, grab the sheet from the leftmost corner of the queen-sized bed, and do my best to drape it over all of us.

Here, snuggled together with my two leading ladies, I close my eyes.

My body gets heavier and heavier by the second.

And the last thing I feel is Louise's lips on my cheek.

To be continued...


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