[ - Author's Note - ]
Okay, this should be the last last chapter before we're off to Ur to see Prim.
It'll be a bit sex heavy but also... Different. I also ended up losing a part of it when the file shut down suddenly and I hadn't saved for a few paragraphs. Always remember to save often when writing people. You never know when it could happen to you!
I'm also leaving the Straw Poll up for a while longer. As of now forty four people have voted on it and I am both surprised and unsurprised by it. If you haven't voted, please do so. And also, I finally caught up on Final Fantasy 14's story, so shouldn't be spending too much time on it until Endwalker comes out.
Also, congrats to betomanila who is the 666th follower of this story.
Alright, let's go.
[ - Act I - Chapter IX: Girl Daze - ]
It took no time at all for ice cream to be made into a hit in the manor. The maids had all but confiscated the maker and started to experiment and test out new flavors almost right away. They used the usual flavors I knew of course; chocolate, vanilla and caramel. However they also liked to add berries, mostly blueberries, strawberries and cherries, but also apples, oranges, limes and pears. However there were some... odd ones added in.
Like waffle flavor. No, I'm serious. And whiskey and ale flavors. In addition there were attempts to add flavors for carrots, honey, and bacon. Yes, bacon ice cream. I have never heard of something like that before.
It was Ur'Akara that made said bacon ice cream, for the record.
The girls also jumped onto the band wagon and Miria suggested I should make a second one and present it to Prim and her family when we go to her party and I had to agree; it would add another dessert item to the menu if nothing else. I was able to make one faster then the first and over the course of the week slapped it together and got it set aside.
My father had finished his talks and was on his return to the manor and was now due in a couple of days. In addition while I couldn't go out and do jobs (Because of responsibilities) Miria and Riri had been visiting me at night in that time, and the XP from that pushed me up into level ten. Always a bonus. I also got a stat up in Power, Pleasure and Capacity. Given how important sex was because of this world, it wasn't a bad thing.
If nothing else it would be a benefit if Aurelia came by again...
In what time I could spare I was training as well to try and get my other stats up and grind XP on my skills. But for the most part I was doing office work.
Speaking of, I was in the office and reading over the paperwork for Mungale's taxes and spending (It wasn't as boring as it sounded... But not by much) when a knock sounded on the door. "Enter." I called out as the door opened, Sora stepping in and bowing to me.
"M'Lord, you've a request. From Calfield. About a merchant that was in town sometime ago." She reported, stepping over to me and holding out a letter with a wax seal on it.
"You've gotta be joking..." I said, taking the letter as I blinked before popping the seal with a letter opener on the desk and reading it. After a moment I groaned. "Yeah, go figure."
The letter was inquiring about a merchant that was in town sometime ago... One Sir John Mandeville. There was talk about investment in the town between him and the mayor, what sort of businesses could be set up and so on. And then...
The merchant up and vanished without a trace. That must have been his set up to lure me over to Calfield, if I had to guess. In short the Baron's presence was requested for a full report and to investigate the disappearance of their investor. And I couldn't ignore the summons without good reason.
I shared the contents with Sora who's face took on a serious tone. "Do you think he's making a second move so early?" She asked but I shook my head.
"No, I don't think he's in a position to do so." I replied. The amount of men he lost was significant and I knew he would need time to replace them. Additionally I had a man watching his manor for the short term. Just in case. "And I don't feel the spell on his cane, so he's not in or near Mungale."
"Could it be a mercenary of renown? A single, powerful hunter?" She asked as I shook my head.
"No. It is possible, but I learned a few things about him from my time in Elddale. He uses mercs, but he likes to keep a few, loyal ones around and all he has left is Lightstep. I think it's an honest request. Still..." I said, sighing as I leaned back in my seat. "No sense to not be careful. I want you and Gregory to escort me; maybe one or more of his best. We'll leave in an hour; if you can make arrangements?"
"I shall if you think it's best. I will be prepared to defend you in the event you are wrong." She said, a serious look on her face.
"For both of us, I hope I'm right. And I'm sure I am. Still, I'm glad you have my back if something goes sideways."
By the end of the hour a pair of horses were set to a carriage that myself, Sora, Gregory and Kelly would ride in. Four of our soldiers were chosen to ride horseback as additional escort. I had asked Miria to keep an eye on things until I got back before we rode off to Calfield...
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Anncastel looked at the altered trait on the screen over the well, tapping her foot.
Benterra stood behind her, squirming on his feet.
There was a long moment of silence before she spoke. "What is this?" She said, pointing to the trait.
Avatar of the Gamer
Your body and mind are those of an RPG character. You can access the Menu. You fully heal and regain mana after resting for six hours or more. You are immune to any mental based attacks and control abilities. You resist control based Traits by 5% for each level, capped at 50%. In addition, you resist control based traits by 50% from all Hostile individuals
"It was the best I could do." Benterra said with a shrug, sighing. "I tried to do it how I wanted but you-know-who nixed that. I was able to add the fifty percent to hostile trait holders to ensure he's protected from that, and it does stack."
Anncastel sighed, moving a hand to rub at her face for a moment. "We might not be able to just patch our mistakes like this..."
"This is the test run." Benterra reminded her, moving to set a hand on her shoulder. "If it fails we're not screwed; we can pick up in another world on the cluster. But the better it goes, the longer this lasts the more we learn. The less we screw up. And if we win here then we can win elsewhere."
"I know, I know... But if I can save all the worlds, I will..."
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Miria hummed softly as she walked down the hall, small basket in hand. In the basket was a series of soaps and cloths. The destination was the bathroom within the manor. She had quite enjoyed that odd, cold, sweet treat James had made but thought the maids were going a bit overboard as they tested and toyed with their new plaything and dessert option.
Speaking of the devil, James was off to Calfeild to speak with their mayor, although over what he didn't say. She was a bit worried, seeing as Mandeville used it as a base of operations but he wasn't unguarded so she was able to set it aside but she still worried for him. A relaxing bath would take her mind off those worries and onto an archery tournament coming up the following month.
"Oh, hey there!" A voice chirped up to her. Miria turned her head and, with her own basket in hand, Tiffany skipped up to her smiling with a wave. "Off to bathe as well?" She said as the Catalan nodded once.
"Yeah. I could use a nice, long soak, ya know?" She replied with a smile.
"Mind if I join you?" Tiffany asked as she skipped a bit faster to meet her at the door.
"Just us girls, no reason not to." Miria replied as she opened the door, letting Tiffany enter first. Miria entered after her, door shut and sign put up before they moved to undress, fold their clothes and set them aside before moving to the side of the tub, washing up outside of the tub before rinsing off. Tiffany would be the first into the tub and looked up to Miria as she walked in, tail swaying softly. The two sat by each other for a moment, a soft chat over ice cream starting up for a moment before Miria moved to sink deeper into the tub. There was a second set of seats closer to the front of the tub, letting one sit deeper in the water. Taking her new seat she was neck deep as she smiled, sighing out. "Ahhhh, the water's so nice, ne?" She let off.
"Hmmmmmmmm..." Tiffany let off, sinking down into the water as well as she moved behind Miria and, with no warning, reaching around her and under her arms to cup the other woman's breasts as she hugged into her from behind. Miria responded in a... predictable manner.
"Heywhoawaitnowwhatup!" She let off, jumping up as her breasts were suddenly grabbed from behind. Two hands fondled her breasts gently as she looked back in shock and surprise. "Hey, what are you-eep!" She let off as her nipples were softly plucked.
"I'm so jealous!" Tiffany let off, softly teasing the nipples of Miria's breasts, rubbing her fingers and thumbs back and forth into each other, nipples trapped helplessly between them. "I always wanted bigger ones to play with!" She added, twisting them softly and gently making Miria squirm as she blushed deeper.
"Ah, g-goddess... Okay, okay, you had your fill... We're both girls, we're not meant to-ooh fuck..." Her nipples were fully stiff as she moaned softly, finally turning enough to pull free of Tiffany's grip and face her.
"Just because we're not meant to doesn't mean we can't. You never had sex with another girl, huh?" The blonde said, slipping in closer once more, hugging the other girl about the hips. "Two of my sex friends are girls, and I have... More then a little to show you." She said, smiling up to her, one set of breasts pushing into another.
"Y-yeah, but still-ohhhh!" She started to say as nipple ground into nipple, Tiffany pressing and grinding her breasts side to side into the other female. The blonde kissed Miria softly on the lips with a short, quick peck.
"Sit up on the edge. Let me give you a little fun and then... You can decide what you want after that." The arcanist suggested with a smile as she stood up fully and moved to the tub's edge, patting just outside of it, trying to entice the woman with cat features to seat herself there.
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Makoto sighed as she walked to the quarters of Riri, feet walking along the carpet on the manor's floor. She had planned to have a spar with James that day, however duty had cut off that idea. Her next choices were Miria to help train her in the blade and Tiffany to help her with staff fighting, but both were unaccounted for. She heard they were off to the bath and didn't want to disturb them. Aeris was next on the list to test her ability in melee, but she too was unaccounted for having left the manor. So a spar with Riri was what she was hoping for now.
It was strange, working for a lord in what was to her so foreign a land. With her father on the council of Mizutaku's new leadership and a general sense of peace there was no place in her homeland to truly test her skills and do good. That wasn't to say her homeland wasn't in need of help but it had enough blade hands and warriors; it needed more who knew how to build, farm, craft, manage and rule. She was none of those. She was a swordswoman, a student of the blade and an instrument of justice and hope. She could not grow crops, craft with wood or metal and knew nothing of the art of rule. And so she took to the road to find those in need, to find those who did good. To put her blade to good use, even outside of her homeland.
Along the way she found herself realizing that likewise people seeking to do good were not uncommon here as well. But what she was unprepared for was what being on her own really meant and what the world really was. That while many Aberrant were in need of killing that many humans would seek her skills for less then savory means.
Before things were black and white in her world. The old, corrupt Shogunate was evil. Her father and his allies were good. Tearing the old, rotting order down and raising up a good one in it's place was just and proper. And yet...
On her way to Eostia she found a small Kingdom, Iodus. One that overthrew a corrupt king just the year prior only to have the revolution's leader declare himself king and become as corrupt as old king if not more so. She assisted in the revolution to overthrow the previous revolution and when she left she wasn't sure the new ruler would be much better then the last...
And yet she also saw thugs and butchers stop to assist a child in danger, met a kind priest who was once a bandit, learned of a slave owner turn his estate over to his slaves upon his death, freeing them in his last days... She was pushed into a world of grays of all shades and was unsure of where she would go from there.
And she found her way here, in a house of lords, welcomed as friend and mercenary. A house of well meaning people who sought to do what good as they could even knowing they couldn't always do so. A house who protected their own even if the odds were unsure. A house who would help a stranger for no other reason then they could. Perhaps a place like this was what she needed; a place where she could understand the grays of the world a bit more and maybe become more then a hand that held a blade.
Still, she was a swordswoman first and foremost and as such the blade was her first calling as was it's use and practice. She finally arrived at Riri's door and knocked twice loudly. "Are your there, Friend?" She called out, hearing something shift as Riri yelped, then something wooden falling to the floor. Blinking she pushed the door open and looked inside. "Are you okay? I heard something... Oh!"
Riri's quarters were fairly small, but comfortable and private unlike most of the maids who had one to two roommates. It was clean and tidy (What you would, of course, expect of a maid) and had clean white sheets on the one bed and a nice, deep blue rug covering a large portion of the floor. On one wall was a small series of knives hanging as well as a lone katana (She was unaware Riri practiced that!) and another was a painting of of the Noxdecus Family. As for the room's owner...
She was on a bed, seated and blushing as a mannequin of a woman's form was on the floor, knocked over in surprise she imagined. That was slightly odd but odder still was the mannequin was covered in crisscrossing ropes. The rope in question was made very fine and smooth and while the rope's pattern on the mannequin was a bit sloppy she recognized what Riri was trying to do. "You practice shibari?" She let off, sounding surprised. It really was amazing how much of her homeland's practices leaked out into the world; even this one.
"Um, y-yeah. I, uh, found a book on the subject a couple days ago..." The halfling admitted, blushing a bit as Makoto stepped in, shutting the door behind her as she moved closer. Indeed on the bed was an open book with diagrams of how to properly bind someone. Shibari was the art of bondage and created in her homeland, one originally used and taught to bind prisoners in a manor to cause them discomfort as a means of punishment. However one notable samurai had caught a kunoichi and stripped her down before binding her, paying special attention to the cords that pressed into her sex and cords above and below the breasts to put pressure on them.
According to the tale she would climax as she was forced to walk back to town behind him and towards the prison, humiliated fully. Curious of the effects on her he practiced this type of bondage on two of his (willing) concubines and recorded his findings. Strangely his concubines would enjoy it far more then he would.
His writings would spread among the samurai and nobility classes and then trickled down into the upper and middle classes and even the lower classes. Soon it became a wedding night tradition for a lady to have herself bound and left in the bed of her lover. A form of prostitution was for a 'kunoichi' (In actuality a whore) to sneak into a home (By a specified open window) and be easily defeated (By not even fighting) only to be stripped, bound and punished (With sex) before the 'kunoichi' escaped (Usually with a tip).
The traditions had faded somewhat and a lady being bound for her husband was rarer these days but some women still enjoyed the custom for their wedding night.
"May I ask why you are intent on practicing the art?" She asked, turning the book on the bed towards her, looking it over. It was near the front of the book, so the directions were simple, clear and concise.
"Er, w-well this might be embarrassing but it's for James." The maid admitted as Makoto blinked in response.
"You... Wish to bind your master?" She said confused. That seemed odd to her. Sure, a noble lady in her homeland would add to the initial writings of shibari and add ways of binding men in the reverse of the usual, and many books listed the adaptions for it but by the page that was open and the sloppy rope work on the mannequin it seemed she was interested in binding women. Riri shook her head waving her hands in the air as she denied it.
"No, no, no... It's just... Um, well we know he'll as of like have some concubines or a few women he'll be sleeping with, right?" She said, standing up by the bed as she lifted the mannequin back up to rest on it's stand. Makoto nodded; it seemed normal for here. As much as Baron Merlin seemed to love his wife he still took the odd maid to bed with him, often at said wife's behest. "Well, I was worried one or two of them might be uppity or just, um, enjoy such a thing so..."
"Ahh, I see. Given your history I understand your devotion to him. But while your knots are good you need to be more mindful of how tight you make the rope; flesh has more give to it then a wooden model. And this one has no arms or legs." The model had some thighs to allow for a rope to go between them, but no arms to speak of. "You have to learn to bind those too, you know?"
"I-I know, it's just I... Well, I wanted to practice a bit so I could seem like, um, I knew what I was doing from the start, you know? Impress Master..."
Makoto nodded with a smile as Riri squirmed, tapping her index fingers together. "Ah, please don't be embarrassed. We all start somewhere, yes?" She said clasping her hands together. "I helped a couple friends bind each other once, and even helped bind another for her husband. Perhaps I can help and be the model for you to practice on?"
"Eh!?" The maid let off, seeming surprised as she looked up to Makoto. "W-wait? Really? You'd do that?"
"Indeed. I've never been in shibari before myself, but I know more then enough to help." She said, reaching down and undoing her cloth belt, pulling it off as well as her blades, moving aside and setting them on a desk by the wall. Soon her skirt would follow, then her top. She unwrapped her breasts next, then slipped her panties off. Her gloves and shoes came next, leaving her in legs wrapped up to the thigh. She stepped back to Riri smiling before turning her back to her and moving her own arms behind her back. "Now, the proper place to start is the arms; shibari was born from binding prisoners after all."
Riri would nod, having undone the rope from the mannequin as Makoto undressed and stepped in to the set the rope to the swordwoman's wrist...
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"Oh daaaaamn..." Miria hissed out softly. Now seated on the tub's edge she was squirming with her legs parted and leaning back slightly. Kneeling in said tub was Tiffany, lips pressed to the Catalan's sex, suckling on her labia, clit and even the hole of her vagina itself. Finally she shifted her lips up to suckle solely on her clit as two, slim fingers pressed up into her sex, moving in quite deep.
She wasn't quite sure why she agreed to let Tiffany do this, it wasn't like James was a bad lover or anything. In fact he was a great one; he had a large cock that wasn't too big, willing to be as rough or sensual as the mood dictated and was warm and cuddly. More over she trusted him and loved him...
Although they both knew there couldn't be anything but a casual relationship between the two; adopted or not they were family and she would have to marry outside of it. It wasn't like she was lacking options to make her happy. Likewise James would be expected to marry nobility at the very least, and marrying up by courting Prim was more then a viable option for him. And moreover the love they shared wasn't quite that of husband and wife; or at least she felt that way.
By contrast she'd known Tiffany for a matter of days and not years like James and she was another girl to boot. That wasn't to say she didn't admire the blonde at all, she did. She liked how bold and upfront the girl was, in addition to her seemingly endless bounties of cheer and happiness. She supposed the girl was the sort guys would go for; her breasts weren't as large as Miria's own or those of Aeris. Maybe as large as Makoto's and larger then Riri's.
Although no rack she'd laid eyes on compared to Sora's a set of boobs even she wanted to play with for a bit.
She moaned out, shivering harder as Tiffany licked her clit firmly and two fingers pumped deeply into her sex. Her cunt dripped with juices and quivered as Tiffany pleasured her with more skill and tenderness then expected. No, she knew why, at least to a point. She was curious; Catalans were supposedly that by their nature. She'd been a bit curious about other girls but never considered indulging in it before. And here was a willing, eager means to experiment and while she didn't know Tiffany that well Gregory did, and she trusted his judgment of the girl's character.
She could trust the girl well enough, she was cute and she sorta liked the girl's character. So she understood why she was doing this now, moaning out lewdly as she shivered, her pussy gripping down firmly on the fingers buried in it. She rocked her hips firmer, hands behind her on the floor as she rocked her hips softly, seeking more pleasure. "F-f-fuck, you're good at this..." She let off, panting deeper. Tiffany grinned up at her, eyes locking with the other female's.
"Mmm, like I said, I had a few sex friends." She replied simply before pausing as she adjusted. She turned her fingers and curled them, tips up slightly. Her lips wrapped about the clit firmly. And then something new, one finger from the other hand pressing into her anus. Miria's eyes widened, not expecting that move as Tiffany winked.
Soon one finger pushed into her ass the the pair of fingers in her womanhood softly scraped the top of her vaginal walls, seeking a point... And with a pleasured shriek from herself Miria knew she had found it. The Catalan fell to her back as her clit was then suckled hard. Her ass was pumped by a lone finger, two pressing on a sensitive spot within her own womanhood and her clit suckled firmly.
She did not last long at all from that combined assault; if this had been a fight with sex as the weapon then Miria's defenses were ruined as she came and came hard under the blonde's ministrations her whole body trembling firmly from tip to toe. It was an orgasm so pleasurable she compared it to the first she received from James and as she came down from her high of delight, panting and and softly shivering Tiffany let her go and stood, leaning over her as she set her hands behind her back.
"Soooo... You done, or wanna do some more?" The magic user asked the panting girl who, in reply, licked her lips and nodded once.
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"So the crisscrossing is just for ascetics?"
"Yes. It's meant to, ah, help display a woman's body in bondage. It's also a show of skill of the one binding the woman. While it's an art not as practiced as it once was it is st-not so tight-still a well respected art."
"Huh, who knew tying women up would be considered art. Are you, um, comfortable like that?"
"Surprisingly, yes."
Riri stepped back to admire her work, one hand under her chin and her other hand cupping the opposite's elbow. Under Makoto's direction (And using said woman's body as a tool for practice) her bindings had become more uniform; her knots tied better and the tension and pressure applied to the body evenly and proper; Makoto's movements were limited without cutting off circulation, biting into the skin or causing any real harm. Discomfort was limited (In part due to Makoto's own level of fitness and flexibility) and Riri was convinced that should any man come across her as she was now he would throw off his clothes to lay claim to the woman in a carnal manner.
Makoto was bound with cords over and under her breasts with a knot between and on either side of them, putting soft pressure onto her bosom with cords over her shoulders to help hold them in place. The cords would go down the torso, crossing and pulling on one another in diamond shapes down the front and back of the girl with two side by side cords going over her bare sex, black pubic hair peeking out from the sides of the rope. Her arms were bound forearm to forearm with each hand almost able to rest on the elbow of it's twin. Her legs were bound as well; cords holding them calf to thigh and thanks to the swordswoman's flexibility her knees was bound to the sides of her torso near the elbows. Makoto squirmed and tugged at her binds but she was well and truly stuck in place; helpless under the halfling maid.
Riri moved to kneel at Makoto's groin, leaning over as she set her hands besides the other woman's torso to speak to her at a closer level. "Are you sure? I could ease it up a bit if you feel too-"
"I'm fine, Riri. It's supposed to be just a little bit uncomfortable; enough to show a woman is serious about her husband or husband-to-be once bound." The Mizutaku native smiled back up at her. "She is meant to both be and feel helpless; a show of trust to the man she means to wed or to whom she is already wed."
"I see. I... I can understand that. The greatest form of trust..." She said as she reached out with a hand, cupping one of Makoto's breast. "I can do anything to you, and you'd have no means of stopping me..." She said. Given her history she had been bound more times then she could count; never by choice. It was also then that she had engaged in some forms of sex that were... more willing in some cases... In a sense.
She wondered how many of the slaves she worked and lived with were doing now. Were they still trapped; forced to service with their bodies in and out of the bed? Dead and forgotten in a grave or even just left in a field to rot? Sold off to another master? Impregnated to breed the next generations of lords and upper class heirs in territories that allowed such things?
"Umm, Riri?"
Or had some gotten lucky and managed to find a means to flee and escape to a safer place to find a better life or had some found a hero like she had in James, one who swept them up, smuggled them to safety and to a better life? Found themselves in the arms of someone who would help protect and heal them?
"Ah, Riri..?"
She had an... Odd relationship with sex. She had always known it was a potentially beautiful thing and her first time with James was as wonderful as she had hoped it would be, only bested by their rutting after the victory over Mandeville. But before that it was something horrible; rape ranging from painful to exhausting, humiliating to disgusting. She knew well the taste of unwashed ass and it took half a year before she could wash toilets in the mansion without recalling it.
"Ah, Riri, you are, ahhh..."
She was only glad her former owner forbade others from feeding her actual shit because some of his guests had wanted to. As horrible as that man was she was aware there were far, far worse ones with fetishes and desires that would make most perverts pale from the thought of it all. The one time he caught someone about to try that with her said former owner had the crap beaten out of him. It was strange, being in a relatively normal relationship after that... hell.
"RIRI!"
The halfling finally jerked out of her thoughts and looked back down. Makoto was blushing and panting under her, squirming with obviously hard nipples. Riri's hands had been groping and fondling the swordswoman's breasts while lost in thought and she was now plucking at both nipples. She yelped and pulled away. "S-sorry... I got... I was lost in thought... Memories, really..."
"Memories of groping another woman's bosom?" Makoto let off, her squirming ending for a moment as she panted and blushed under her. Riri sadly nodded as she looked away from her face.
"Y-yeah, I... Ohh!" She let let off reaching down to the sex of the Mizutaku native, fingertips scraping along the side of the cords over her pussy. She lifted it up to show Makoto; well coated in juices. "Y-you're wet..."
"I... I guess I am..." Makoto let off, squirming once more as she blushed deeper, eyes darting side to side. Riri leaned over her, hands setting under the other woman's breasts.
"M-may I keep going as I... As I tell you what I mean?" Riri asked, unwilling to carry on without permission; something important to her given her past and history. Makoto squirmed for a moment more but gave a soft nod. Smiling down to her Riri set both hands onto the other female's breasts, massaging them firmly as she leaned in slightly. "B-back when I was a slave I was forced to room with the other slaves. Usually it was four of us to a room, but it could be more. And we were all miserable so to cope, well, some of them would force themselves on the other slaves."
"I-I'm sorry to-ahh!-hear that... Your life has been an-oooh!-an unfortunate one." Makoto let off, squirming more and more. Riri had set her thumbs to her nipples now, still rubbing firmly with her palms but now with her thumbs rolling the hard nubs about. "I can-naaah!-not imagine the things you went though..." She shivered harder as Riri rolled her nipples firmer for a moment before doing so very softly, so softly in fact she barley felt the feather light touch and somehow it sent deeper shivers up and down her spine.
"It was horrible yes. Thankfully the maids were usually gentle with each other and I, ah, sort of 'hooked up' with two others. I wouldn't say it was fully willing, but we gave each other what comfort and pleasure we could." She said moving her hands to pinch Makoto's nipples between her thumb and finger before softly grinding her thumbs upwards along the length of her hardened peaks. "Honestly, I haven't had a chance to enjoy another woman for a long time. For... For better or worse those were some of the few, pleasant memories I had from those days."
"I-I cannot say I've laid with another woman before although-ooh! Ooh!-I have seen a performance done by-ah, gods!-by two of my uncle's concubines as entertainment for g-guests." She let off, her hips rocking up and down now, seeking further stimulation. The cords about her pussy dug into her lower lips slightly and rubbed her clit, trapped between the pair of them. But the cords weren't tight enough to press firmly enough to give her the stimulation she needed; climax stayed out of her reach. "It was a... si-ahh!-sight..."
"I can imagine. My old owner forbade us from pleasuring each other." Riri said as she leaned over, moving one hand aside to kiss a nipple before licking at it softly. Makoto hissed under her for a moment before she nipped it gently. "I think he wanted to deny us that comfort, or maybe just control us further. I don't know. The guards never reported us though." She bit the nipple once more, tugging on it. "We had something of a pact; as long as they could watch they'd stay silent on the matter." She twisted the other nipple in her fingers as she pushed down on the nipple in her lips with her tongue, pressing it like a button. "We sometimes had to suck them off to keep them quiet. As long as they did nothing else the bastard would never find out."
"Ahh, R-Riri, this is..." Makoto panted under the halfling, squirming more in her binds, unable to do anything to stimulate herself. The other female's attention on her breasts was driving her nuts and she couldn't do anything about it as her pussy leaked more and more juices onto the cords over it and down the crack of her ass. "I... I... Oh gods!" She let off, quivering harder as she panted quicker and quicker. "I can't..."
"It was the only source of mutual comfort we ever got... I... I've recently found myself wondering how they're doing now." She said, moving her lips to the other nipple, her hand coming back to pinch the now wet nub roughly before tugging it up gently, squeezing and relaxing the digits that held it. "I know it's beyond me but... Sometimes I wish nothing more but to go and free them, lead them to a safe place. I only hope they had found a hero too..."
"Riri! Please!" Makoto let off, making Riri jerk as she looked to the flustered face of the swordswoman under her. "I-I apologize for the outburst but, umm, you've gotten me rather worked up... And, ah, perhaps you can touch me a tads... Lower and um... Well... makemecum..." She finished quickly, blushing deeper as she turned her head to the side, squirming once more, but now in embarrassment.
"...Oh! Um, I got you excited then, huh? O-okay." She let off, moving down her body down between her legs and looking to the sex of the eastern woman, covered only by two lengths of rope. Riri grabbed the cords and tugged them to one side side, exposing her pussy to the air; pink, wet and dripping in her view. "Are you sure?"
"Y-yes, please." Makoto let off, rocking her hips up as best she could in her limited and bound state. She never thought of herself as a lustful woman or one who would seek carnal pleasures on a whim, and yet in this situation she couldn't help but want more of the pleasures on offer. Soon Riri set two fingers to the opening of her womanhood, gently working them into the swordswoman slowly, inching them in bit by bit as the bound woman shivered harder under her, gripping the digits with her sex. "Ahhh!"
Riri blushed herself as she set the thumb of her hand to the other girl's clit, rubbing it softly as she pumped her hand into her, slowly and gently at first, tenderly giving her pleasure. Of course the maid knew well some women preferred their sex gentle and tender, but others preferred it rough and passionate, others still firm and commanding. Some of the oddest slaves she knew back in the day, were those who were somehow, happy to be a slave despite all rational reasons not to be.
She rubbed Makoto's clit firmer for a moment before driving her fingers up with more force, dialing up the strengths of her hands thrusting to test where the easterner's limits were. Her hand picked up power and speed slowly, squelching sounds emitting as juices softly splattered out of the woman's sex with each thrust into it. Makoto's response was to cry out in pleasured delight louder then before, hips rocking up to meet the fingers as best as the ropes holding her would allow, the sheathe of flesh squeezing harder and harder.
Pleased and surprised by the response Riri started to ram her fingers in and out of her harder, the force picking up as Makoto gasped and mewled under her. Riri would add more and more force gradually, testing the limits of the woman in rope only to be rewarded with louder mewls and moans. Riri found herself nearly punching the woman's pussy with the level of force she was using and received no complaint or sign of pain from the swordswoman.
Finally the back of Makoto arched as she cried out loudly, her pussy squeezing hard as it quivered around her digits. Riri pressed her fingers deep into her and held it there, the woman crying out as her sex juices splattered out softly of her convulsing sex as she rode her orgasm to a high of pleasure and ecstasy. Finally after a long moment Makoto was left panting as Riri slipped her fingers out, holding her hand up to look at it. Her fingers were drenched in Makoto's fluids with her knuckles and the back of her hand softly coated as well. Makoto panted as she recovered leaving Riri to ponder what just happened.
She had considered herself exclusive to James, even if she never had said so. Sure she knew she wasn't his concubine yet but did that give her leave to play with others as well? Even then she knew James would not be upset with her, at least she hoped not. He wasn't one to fly off the handle over something like this, of course, and many considered sex between women to not be cheating... Although some did...
"R-Riri..."
Also it wasn't like James didn't have other lovers; he fucked her and Sora together after all and she knew Miria was in and out of his bed. Of course if the rumors were true he had gotten his dick wet in all four of the bathhouse girls. He wasn't the type to get upset over her having an extra lover as well, so long as no one was forced on either end.
"R-Riri?"
And Makoto was another woman as well; surely as long as she didn't lay with another man he wouldn't be too upset over it. There was no risk of pregnancy and being stained by another man's seed. Although to be frank, thanks to her past she had all but drowned in unwanted semen before and it was a blessing James never judged her for it or considered her used goods.
"Riri!" The maid was finally jostled out of her thoughts (Yet again) as she looked down to Makoto, softly panting on the bed, face flushed red as she looked back up to her. "Ah, I believe it is now my turn to... 'return the favor', as it were. ... It seems appropriate, anyway."
It was Riri's turn to blush now as she looked at the squirming swordswoman. "Err... If you're okay with that then sure, let me untie you and-"
"I'm fine. I think..." Makoto blushed even deeper as she squirmed under Riri's gaze. "I think after all you've been through in life you should be the one to take control here, yes?"
"Are you... Are you sure...?"
"I trust you."
Three words. Three words were all that were really needed to spur her on. Standing up it was now Riri's turn to undress, pulling her clothes off and tossing them aside before moving over Makoto's body...
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Miria watched on as Tiffany's hands glowed with mana. She was standing outside of the tub now at the blonde's direction, unsure of what she was doing exactly. Tiffany was kneeling before her with a smile and casting a summon of some sort. Finally she moved her palms to Miria's hips and the mana wrapped around her, startling her a bit before it formed some form of harness with a phallus forming at the front; penis shaped and about the size of James', although a bit longer but not as thick. Then she felt part of the mana push up into her sex, parting the lower lips and pressing into a spot. "Ah fuck, what is this?" She let off as she shivered for a moment.
"He he he, when you can use summoning magic you can, how do I put this, get creative with what you conjure up." Tiffany replied with a quick wink. "There's actually a spell book on advice on how to use summoning in bed." She took hold of the summoned phallus' shaft and stroked it softly making Miria quiver. "Such as how to connect the object to a woman's sexual core and pleasure her as it's used. It's as close to a dick as a girl can get!" She let off, giggling as she stroked the cock further, Miria grabbing the shoulder's of the arcanist as she moaned out.
"Ooooh d-damn... This is what a guy feels with his dick, huh?" She let off, her hips starting to rock into Tiffany's hand as the blonde giggled. Finally she let go and turned about, moving to all fours and presenting her backside to the Catalan, shaking her hips back and forth.
"Are you ready to really feel what using a dick is like?" She playfully let off, looking over her shoulder at her. Miria gulped nervously but was eager to try out what this new, conjured toy could do. She moved behind the other girl, kneeling behind her and taking her hips with one hand and the magic toy with the other pushing into her sex slowly.
"Ah, yeah... There we go..." Tiffany let off, shivering as she pushed her hips back. Miria thrust her new phallic toy into the other girl, each thrust going deeper into the other girl as she moaned over her, quivering harder as her hand moved from the shaft to grab the other side of Tiffany's hips to pull her harder into her. It was strange for Miria to be on the other side of this act; the one giving the dick as opposed to taking it.
Describing the feeling from the magical toy was difficult, however. She could feel the pressure of Tiffany's pussy through the magical penis but how was hard to put into words; it was like there was this small spot in her pussy that was turned into a small, tiny penis and what happened to the toy happened to it. It was an explanation that fell short of actually explaining what she felt, but it was the best way she could describe it to anyone, even herself. Her hips pumped faster, panting over Tiffany who, in turn, panted and moaned under her.
"Mmm, it's okay to go harder if you want... I can take it, just play around-ohhhh!-and do what feels good!" Tiffany let off, rocking her hips around slowly, quivering more as she squeezed down with her lower lips. "Even if it's kinda rough I can take it all!" She let off, giggling as she pushed her hips back onto the toy. On a whim Miria lifted a hand up before bringing it down in a crisp slap on the blonde's ass, making her yelp.
"F-fuck, if this is what a guy feels like when banging something I'm surprised they're not driving themselves into something all the time!" Miria let off, panting deeper as her hips picked up power. Soon she moved her legs apart before driving herself into the pussy before her with more and more force, leaning over her as she groaned out. "This feels awesome..." She gasped out ramming harder and deeper, her pelvis smacking the blonde's rump as her hips moved.
"Y-yeah, it's great isn't it?" Tiffany let off, moaning louder under her the archer as she pushed back into the toy. She gasped out as Miria rammed in at a lower angle. Catching on Miria retried the angle making Tiffany gasp once more. "My-oooh, yeah!-my teacher was well versed in-ahhh!-sexual summons." She let off, panting harder as her pussy was plundered by the fake penis and subjected to it's pleasures.
"I'm... I'm gonna cum..." Miria let off, panting harder as well as she pulled on Tiffany's hips before giving her other ass cheek a spank with with firm, open palm slapped. Tiffany shivered with the smack as her pussy gripped down harder.
"M-me too... C-come on... Make us cum and-ahhhh!-I'll show you what else I can co-conjure up." Tiffany let off, groaning out louder as she shivered deeper. The promise of seeing what else the blonde could do spurred Miria on harder, slamming her conjured toy into the conjurer of said toy. The bathroom was filled with the moans of the two girls as they rutted with the magically made toy.
Finally Miria slammed it in fully and shuddered into Tiffany, crying out as she came, shivering behind the other girl. Unknown to her the toy quivered and shot soft, gentle sparks into the sex of Tiffany, as if it were semen in the form of tingling grains of rice and sand that would dissipate seconds after being fired off. The feel of the mana sparks in her triggered the climax of Tiffany who also cried out, howling in pleasure and delight.
Miria shuddered as she pulled the toy free of the pussy it was lodged in and for a moment it quivered before dissipating in soft sparks of mana. Tiffany panted as she moved to her knees, sitting on her calves as Miria shuddered. Tiffany giggled softly and turned about kissing the Catalan woman on the lips softly. "Mmm, ready for the next round?"
Miria nodded, blushing softly as her own pussy quivered. Gods, what did this girl have in mind?
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"Yes, yes, go on..." Riri let off, moaning softly as she rocked her hips back and forth. She had moved herself over Makoto's lips, pressing her sex down onto them, letting the bound girl to lick, kiss and taste the halfling's pussy. She looked down at the other girl, mewling softly as she shivered.
Makoto for her part eagerly licked her sex, dragging her tongue along her lower lips and clit, at times driving it up into her pussy. Riri shivered as she looked into Makoto's eyes, enjoying the sight of the swordswoman's lustful orbs.
If Riri had one thing she held dear above all else it was her Master and his happiness. If it made him happy, no matter what it was she would do it. He could walk her nude through the city and happily follow. What made her the most happy was that she could trust him not to do such a thing to her. Love and trust were the center of her feelings for the young man. He had saved her, gave her support, gave her love, gave her care and gave her comfort. When she was in pain he would try and heal her. When she was sad he would try and give her cheer. When she was in need he would offer help.
Sora had mentioned that it was unhealthy to focus on one person so much and she agreed, but it was hard not to for her; especially after Mandeville had visited Mungale. She wanted to, someday, become his concubine; she knew he'd have to marry someone of higher status then her and had long ago accepted it. But did she have to be the only concubine he had? Would another such woman make him happy? Such as the bound woman now under her, licking up into her folds?
She moaned as Makoto's tongue wiggled in her for a moment before slipping it out to set it on her clit, squirming it about like a worm on a hook. Riri shivered and held back a moan but despite her efforts it escaped anyway. She knew James thought the easterner was cute and enjoyed spending time with her. Even if neither spoke they could just bask in the other's company; Makoto was often in the office as James worked. Yes, she knew Makoto was doing her job as a bodyguard but was oddly diligent when he was in the manor. Perhaps it was just her nature to take the job seriously, but even then she was sure the girl had some sort fondness for him. Perhaps there was a way to make her into his lover to? His concubine beside herself?
It was something to consider later, she decided.
She rocked her hips down into Makoto's lips as she moaned once more, the swordswoman lifting her head up and catching her clit now with her lips, suckling hard and firm. Riri gasped out loudly, shivering deeply for a moment. "M-Makoto... I'm almost there..." She let off before shrieking softly; Makoto nipped on her clit and sucked even harder at the announcement and making Riri quiver over her roughly.
It only took a moment before she came, squirting softly onto the swordswoman's lips. Said swordswoman was still suckling on her clit as she rode her high, the halfling finally lifting her lips up and away, a popping sound coming as she did. She panted for a moment before deciding she wasn't done yet. She moved around under Makoto, grabbing her legs and unbinding the cords that held her knees to her sides.
"R-Riri?" Makoto let off as her legs were slightly freed. Riri then took her right leg and unbound it fully, lifting the limb up and onto her shoulder as she straddled her left thigh and pressed her hips forwards until womanhood met womanhood. Makoto gasped; she had never expected something like this could be done before Riri ground their groins together, making both of them gasp out. Riri's hips rocked as she started to, for lack of a better term, fuck the woman under her who rocked her hips back as well as her bound body would allow.
Riri adjusted her rocking pace and position softly until clit met clit and pressed into one another making both of them gasp aloud, moaning out in tandem. She wondered if this was what it was like to go around and claim women in bed? She knew that a lot of men desired to bed woman after woman and something like this gave her a glimpse as to why. She wasn't used to being the one in charge in bed, willingly letting James take command of her in their lovemaking. Being the one in command was a new thrill for the maid.
Moan met moan as the two ground into one another, Riri feeling her second climax coming and, judging by the sounds coming from Makoto under her as one her reached down to hold Makoto's hip, lifting her up slightly. They panted, ground and moaned together before clit rammed clit hard between them and sent a spark between the two of them, making them before howl out and making them spasm in mutual climax. Letting her leg go Riri slumped forwards, landing softly on Makoto as they panted together. Finally Riri spoke up. "That was..."
"Yeah..."
"It was really..."
"Yeah... I think it was pretty..."
"Yeah... Um, I'll, ah, untie you now." Riri said, pushing herself up.
"Y-yeah, please. ... Um, Riri?" Makoto let off as Riri started to undo the knots.
"Yeah?"
"...Want to practice your shibari another time?"
"S-sure..."
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"Ahhhhhh! Holy shiiiiiit!" Miria let off, panting hard as she was now the one being rutted. As promised Tiffany had summoned something to show her just what a sexual summons could do and she was now on the receiving end of it and it was intense.
The creature summoned was humanoid in shape, colored yellow with black stripes and had a smiling head with antennae, and a short stinger on a insect's back end, looking like a large, bee plushie doll. The difference was the the nine inch cock that was slamming up into her and the three sets of arms holding her as it stood. One set of arms held her under her thighs, her legs spread wide and open. Set two held her breasts, squeezing and toying with them firmly as thumbs rubbed over the hardened nipples there. The last set held her arms by the wrists, holding them over her head and keeping her from doing anything.
She had cum twice already and was learning what was one of the biggest features of a summoned creature being used for sex; it had no limits on it's stamina. It could keep going and going and going, as endless as the raging river poured it's bounty over the waterfall. And Tiffany watched on, clasping her hands together as she commanded the beast to ram it's cock deeply inside of her. She stood closer, leaning over to look Miria in the eyes. "Well, enjoying yourself so far?" She asked cheerfully, the moans sounding louder in the bathroom.
"E-ease up... Tiffany!-oh fuck!-Tiffany! E-Ease up a bit it's-ahhhh!-overwhelming!" Miria begged, shivering hard as she was forced to accept the cock and it's overwhelming pleasure with just a soft tinge of pain added in, like a hint of bitter flavor in a meal to contrast and enhance the rest of the flavor. Juices from her sex splattered out with each thrust up into her sex, quivering with each press into her.
"Nope!" Tiffany let off cheerfully. "Mom always said when you take a lover you need to pleasure them into submission! I might be adopted but I am an Embercoat and mom said the family has prided itself for years as the greatest lovers of all of Eostia, leaving their partners in a post-coitus daze. And I am an Embercoat, you know!" She said, hands on her hips as she stood proudly, Miria's pussy gripping the dick in her harder as she shivered.
"Ahhhhh! Se-seriously? I've never-ahhh!-heard of such a thing before!" Miria let off, panting deeper as she mewled out, her tail swishing under her, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure assaulting her as her toes curled. The hands let her breasts let go for a moment before slapping the undersides of them firmly, making her gasp out loudly before the orbs were gripped once more. "H-hold on! Wa-oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck-wait! Please! It's too much!"
"Does it hurt much?" Tiffany asked, slightly concerned as Miria shook her head. "Just a lot more pleasure then you're used to, huh?" She asked as Miria nodded. "He he he, then it's fine! Don't worry, you can trust me." In spite of her words the beast still slowed it's fucking, the pace and power lowering greatly as it became quite gentle as it leaned over, letting Tiffany step in and kiss her lips softly and briefly. "I want to do this for you. To give you the full Embercoat treatment, to drown you in ecstasy. But I won't force you either. So... Do you want me to stop or will you let me keep going?" She asked, looking into her eyes.
Miria hung limp in the summoned creature's grip, panting deeply as she thought about it, the creature's movements fully halting. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying this, even if it was a bit much. And she was curious as to what Tiffany fully planned for her, overwhelming as it seemed. "If... If I said stop would you stop?" She asked, panting softly. Tiffany smiled and nodded.
"Uh huh. Just say 'cold frost' if it's too much." Tiffany said as Miria gave her a confused look. "Safe word. Some people like getting into it and begging off even as they love it."
"O-oh. I see. C-cold frost. Got it." She let off, gulping before panting once more. "S-sure... Let's go." Tiffany smiled and soon the cock in her pulled back until only the tip was inside of her as it stood up fully once more. She quickly figured out what would happen and braced herself for the onslaught that would impact her. The summoned beast then dropped her down fully onto it's cock, making her howl out as it once more starting to slam it's cock up into her. Had she the frame of reference she would have said it was 'jackhammering' into her, but she didn't know of what a jackhammer was.
Miria's eyes crossed as she found the pleasure less sparking up her spine and more surging, like a flooding river. The pace she was fucked at was quick, relentless and unending as the bee creation rammed itself in and out of her over and over as Tiffany stood before her, softly stroking her own sex with two fingers. If the arcanist was trying to use her beast to fuck her into submission Miria was forced to admit that she was doing a very good job at it.
He tongue would hang out, panting deeper still as she endured the pleasure surging up and down her spine from her pussy, quivering harder and harder in the creature's grasp. "Too much! Too much! I'm go-go-gonna..." She got out, almost panting the words before she finally cried out loud, her pussy squeezing down hard as the creature pulled out of her to allow her to squirt her juices onto the floor. She shivered and convulsed for a long moment, otherwise limp in the grip of the summoned creature as she was gently moved to the floor and turned over onto her back. It took her a moment to realize that the creature was moving over her, pinning her wrists down with two arms, the second set back on her breasts massaging them softly as the final set parted her legs.
"Se-seriously?" Miria let off, surprised Tiffany was still willing to keep going as she lifted her head to look down at the beast's penis, only to see it was swirling with glowing yellow mana. "Huh?"
"He he he... Time for the grand finale! But I need to make... An adjustment..." Tiffany said, sticking her tongue out as she held her hands out, mana in her own hands as she worked. It took almost a full minute, giving Miria a chance to recover before the cock reformed... And made her eyes widen from the sight of what Tiffany had done to her creation.
The penis was now huge! Almost a foot in length and as thick as her arm (It wasn't, but given the angle and lighting it seemed that way to her; it was thicker then before though), slightly curved upwards but also had what looked like rings on the phallus, small ridges an inch apart from each other that would likely scrape and rub at her insides. "T-that... That won't fit!"
"It will, don't worry." Tiffany let off as the beast pressed the massive penis to the pussy under it before grinding the tip to her. Miria's attempted to say something, the word 'cold' at her lips but for some reason she couldn't push it from her mouth. And then the beast pushed in, spreading her lower lips apart. She noted that the cock seemed to compress in on itself as it entered, keeping her from being spread as wide as she expected even if she felt just plain overfull from the sensation. It felt as if the cock was pushing up to the back of her womb as those ridges dragged along her inner walls, scraping her with pleasure and delight.
She howled out in pleasure... Then the thing started to pump her sex firmly.
It wasn't as rough as before, clearly letting her get used to the sensation. Her head set back down to the floor under her, eyes rolling back. In her view now was Tiffany, on her knees with two fingers in her own sex, masturbating with a smile as she watched on. It seemed Tiffany enjoyed drowning others in pleasure with her summons. And by the gods was Miria drowning there, even if not in a body of water. That large, ribbed cock pistoning in and out of her in a steady, firm rhythm was driving her nuts with pleasure, overwhelming her even. It wasn't long before she came once more, her pussy gripping down hard as she shuddered and rocked her hips upwards... And came to notice that the beast wasn't stopping or slowing down in the slightest.
She howled out, finding her orgasm extended in it's duration and, seemingly, with a second one following on it's heels; at least that was what it felt like. Worse, the beast was moving faster as if to plunder her sex of all the juices, pleasure and treasures it had, then and there. If she didn't know better she'd have been worried that Tiffany's summon was trying to break her hips into pieces. Her howling carried on and on for a time as she endured pleasure and sensations like she'd never suffered before.
She never thought that one could suffer pleasure, but there it was.
Finally she hit her second peak while going through the first, her cunt clenching tighter then before, nearly convulsing to the point of seizure on the cock before the sensations of mana sparking entered her sex, making her bawling louder as her pleasure reached such a peak that she just blacked out for a short time.
When she came to she didn't know how long it was, even though it was only a minute at most. The summoned creature was no longer there and Tiffany was casting a healing spell on her sweaty, panting body with her head resting in the blonde's lap. "G-gods... I don't think I can feel my legs... That was intense..."
"I know, right? Sorry, I went a little overboard; well, more then I should have. Are you okay?" Tiffany asked, hands directing the healing mana into Miria as she knelt by her. Miria nodded after a long moment.
"I need another bath... And... And I think I'll be sore still for a time... But yes, I'm okay..." She let off. Soon Tiffany was helping her into the water once more, taking a cloth to wash the Catalan. "I think... I think it'll be awhile before we do that again." She let off, groaning.
"He he he, yeah, I don't do it that often. Friend of mine did that to me once." The blonde said, grinning. "Ohhh, lord I think I couldn't walk right until mid morning the next day." Once done with washing Miria she would wash herself once more in the bath. Miria knew spells woven into the bath by her great-great-grandfather would filter out soaps, grime, dirt and other things that weren't water overtime, but it still took hours to do it. It was why it was better to wash outside of it, Eastern style, as opposed to inside of it and soak to relax in the tub, but that didn't mean you couldn't wash in it when needed.
Like now.
"Ugh, I don't think I can handle this too often... Also, not as... Cozy as the real thing, ya know?" Miria let off as she relaxed in the water.
"Oh, I know. Trust me, I know. We'll stick to the strap-on next time."
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I'd gotten home after dinner was served and arrived too late to join anyone else. That was a bit sad, but I had a sandwich, a small salad and a small bowl of ice cream to eat with Sora and Gregory as we talked about the trip. Well, what we could talk about it; it was mostly uneventful. We arrived, greeted the mayor and was served a very tasty lunch of seasoned chicken, tomato soup with herbs blended in and some pieces of cheese on crackers. He was surprised that it was the heir that was the one coming to see him until I explained that my father was out of the province. And then of course the subject of, ugh, Mandeville came up.
I swear, his stench lingers well after he left, and this world lacked Febreeze. I just want to be done with him. That old asshole needed to have a heart attack someday...
We explained the situation to him and he was, to put it mildly, shocked. He did find it odd that a foreign merchant had come with such a large escort but had assumed he had some form of business with so many well equipped men, even if he didn't know exactly what. Once everything was explained he nodded and agreed that any business with the Balanar merchant was not in the best interest of Calfeild.
And then he proceeded to sic his daughter on me.
Okay, sic might not be the right word but it was close enough. Said girl was a very cute freckled redhead with a generous but not overly large bust, curvy hips and fairly tall for a lady. Hair pulled back in a matching set of twin-tails with mayor telling me about how 'fine a concubine' she'd make for any lord. Of course he came up with an excuse to leave us alone for a few minutes. I was taken aback by the whole thing, but she was calm for it all, thankfully. She simply explained it all to me; her father just wanted her to be wed or taken in by some nice, rich, handsome man so he could take care of her and her father wouldn't need to worry about her future.
No, she didn't want to be a concubine. No, she didn't want to marry me either. No, she didn't even want to fuck me even if she found me kinda cute. She had a boyfriend that she was quite loyal to and I wished them the best of luck. Of course we couldn't just leave Calfeild now we were there. We got the tour of the town, met local business folk, some aspiring adventurers who might take a part-time guard position somday...
The man was a bit pushy, but I could see why he was the mayor; he did his best to look out for his town and the people in it. At least I was convinced to talk to my father about investing in repairing the town hall and fixing worn out parts of it.
Sadly it was his pushiness that kept us there so long; I couldn't politely get away from him, not until his daughter gave us an assist and had him remind him that we had things to do (Something he cut off every time I brought it up) and we were finally able to get away. There was nothing eventful along the way back, which I was grateful for.
As I was heading to my room I head some giggling in a sitting room as I passed. The door was half open and through it I could see Miria and Riri talking at a table and the back of another head. I opened the door fully and stepped in. The back of the head belonged to Makoto and both Tiffany and Aeris were at the table as well. All heads turned to me as I waved, walking in. "Hey ladies. I'm not interrupting, am I?" I asked, moving to stand by the table. "Did you guys get up to much while I was gone?"
"Not really." Miria said with a shrug. "Me and Tiff hung out, had some fun, that's it." She said as the blonde caster nodded. Miria had a soft blush to her cheeks, but I decided not to ask; she'd tell me if it was important if something happened. Although she seemed to squirm in her seat a bit, as if something was making her uncomfortable as she sat down in it...
"Makoto was helping me learn a skill from her homeland. I'm sure you'll enjoy it once we've had time to work out the... kinks." Odd that Riri emphasized that word in particular, but whatever.
"Sounds like a fun surprise." I said nodding once. I wasn't sure what it was, although I noted Makoto blushed softly. Huh. Could the skill be something sexual?
...
Right, this is Eostia. I'm half surprised people wear clothes some days here. Also she seemed to be rubbing her arm in an odd fashion. Huh, I wonder why?
"What about you, Aeris? Get up to anything today?" I asked the elf last. She also blushed... But while Makoto and Miria blushed faintly she nearly turned tomato red in the face. Seriously, what happened while I was gone?
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Three Hours Earlier
Argon City Bathhouse
"Ahhh! This is-ahhhh!-wholly unneeded!" Aeris let off, trembling as she laid on the tilted floor, a thin mat the only cushion from it. Between her legs a blonde head was there, lapping away at the elf's tender womanhood.
"Relax Miss, we're very serious about how relaxed our guests are in our bathhouse." Becca let off, smiling up at her as her tongue prodded the elf's clit.
"And we have so few chances to service an elf too." The blue-haired Sasha added licking one of her nipples before suckling it softly in her lips.
"I assure you, you'll be well satisfied when we're done." Kiri added, the brunette suckling on the other nipple of Aeris' nipping at it and tugging it with her teeth.
"And we'll be more then happy to... Service you more on your next stay with us." Hanna finished, leaning down from by Aeris' head, the redhead leaning down to kiss the confused elf.
Confused on why these sensations were so good!
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"I went to the bathhouse. Nothing happened." Aeris lied. It was clear she lied. The rest of us looked at her with a mix of confusion and concern. I shared a look with the other girls for a moment before looking back to Aeris.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked her.
"No." She said flatly. I sighed and shrugged; if she didn't want to talk about it, well, I guess there was nothing much I could do about it. I just hoped whatever happened didn't hurt her in anyway.
The girls invited me to join them and I would for about an hour. While I was worried about Aeris I had to set it aside...
Soon I would have bigger worries. Well, myself and Miria.
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Two Days Later
Mid-Morning at Noxdecus Manor
It was a pretty nice day, all in all; slightly cloudy and overall sunny. Several guards were lined up on both sides of the road leading to the manor. Outside the manor the maids were lined up on both sides of the front door, Sora waiting some ten feet from said door in the center. To her left side stood Gregory and Makoto. To her right was Riri, Aeris and Tiffany. And before them all were myself and Miria side to side. A sense of dread loomed over myself and my sister as we shifted about nervously. "Think we can make a break for it?" Miria asked me.
"No. We'd have no where to run to."
"Surely we could make it to Ur, hide out with Prim for... a year?" I shook my head at that.
"She'd catch us before we reached the boarder. And she'd carry through to find us anyway if she didn't."
"Is there nothing we can do? Really?" She whimpered, her ears flattening to her head.
I sighed deeply. "It's easier to just deal with it now..."
"Why are those two acting so nervous?" Tiffany asked behind me, whispering softly into Riri's ear although I could just make it out. "Who could make those two so scared?"
"Their mother." Riri answered softly as we saw it. Escorted by guards on horseback was a carriage, the Noxdecus family crest on the side. It entered the manor grounds as it drew closer. I decided to use the time we had remaining to brace for oncoming impact.
I had less time then I thought.
The door of the vehicle was sent flying off as if an explosion went off before something blurred out of it and turned into a rushing dust cloud with a woman at the front of it. On reflex I started to turn to run, as did Miria... But we were too slow!
"MY BABIES!" Saxon Noxdecus let off as she scooped us up, one in each arm, and squeezed at the protest of my ribs. I doubt Miria's ribs were doing any better then mine. "Ooooooooh! I missed you so much! And you had to deal with that bastard of a man while we were gone! Waaaaahhhh! I'm so sorry, Mommy should have been here to protect you and care for you and to-"
"Ahem." Sora let off loudly. "M'lady. Perhaps you should not compress your children's ribs in to the breaking point?"
Yeah, I think my face was turning blue here...
"Oh, sorry!" Saxon let off setting us down and letting us breathe before hugging us to her. "It's just that Mommy missed you!"
"We... We noticed..." I didn't look back to see what kind of looks everyone had on their face, namely Makoto and Tiffany who were seeing this for the first time. The carriage finally rolled up and was parked before us with my father stepping out of it, not needing to bother with the door. Speaking of...
"Apologies you two, but fetch the door, would you?" He asked two of the guards who were lined up. The pair saluted and marched off to get the aforementioned door. Mother didn't notice as he walked up behind her as she was still talking/babbling to us before setting a hand on her shoulder. "I know you're happy to be home dear, but that's no reason to break the carriage door. People worked hard on making it."
"Ah, sorry dear..." Finally she stopped fawning over us and took a moment to be embarrassed. I sighed and shook my head with a grin. I did miss them, after all.
"How was the trip, Dad?" I asked him as he smiled, straightening up a bit as he stroked his beard.
"Oh, quite well. We had made a fair deal, all in all. They were a tad desperate for good trading partners and I'm sure they'll remember us not taking advantage of that." He said smiling wider. After a moment he then turned to the new blonde standing with us. "And you must be Theophania, yes?" He said to her smiling wider. Tiffany nodded once and waved back to him.
"Yuuup! Call me Tiffany, if it pleases you." She let off, smiling at them with eyes happily shut for a moment... Only to be scooped up by Saxon and get her face planting in between her breasts.
"Ahhhhh, you're so adorable! Welcome to our home!" She let off as Tiffany's arms pinwheeled.
"Dear, don't smother her, she still needs to breathe." Merlin said as Saxon held on a moment more before letting go finally as Tiffany stepped back a half step, face flushed as she took in a deep breath. "Now then, James..." He said, turning to me with a grin. "I hope all the excitement with Mandeville hasn't kept you too busy and you got work done here."
"Yeah, I managed to get caught up. Although if feels like more piled up while I wasn't looking." I grumbled as he chuckled to me.
"It's always like that." He said, before turning to Miria. "And what of you? Been enjoying yourself and helping your brother?" He asked as she grinned and nodded.
"Yup. Particularly with the ice cream." She chirped up.
"Ice cream?" My father let off as my mother turned to look at us, equally confused. Before I could Miria and Riri stepped in and both explained what I had come up with.
"Really? A frozen dessert! Oh, we should try some right away! I'm amazed you came up with such an idea!" My mother cooed out with a smile. "Oooh, I can't wait to try it!"
"Is that what you've been making in your off time?" Merlin let off with a smile, stroking his bread.
"Not the only thing. I wanted to wait until you were home to discuss it, but I had an extension of my communication device you might be interested in."
"Oh?" I nodded and started to explain. He smiled and stroke his beard as I explained, everyone else listening in.
His eyes widened and I could see a bit of a sparkle in them.
[ - Author's Note - ]
Whew. Done. I know it was a bit sex heavy, but I had the idea of doing something girl-on-girl and that seemed to be the best spot for it. I hoped that the small character bits were good as well. I also wanted to have a chapter with James sidelined for a bit... But I feel I brought him up too much. I mean it made sense with Riri, but still...
Next chapter we'll see what James had cooked up and then the Road to Ur and meeting Prim in person. I know it's been a long time in coming, so I thank you for putting up with all of my set up. I didn't want to rush things and take my time building things up. I do have an idea of what I'll do for the upcoming arc; we'll see how well I'll pull it off.
As mentioned, the straw poll is still up at (slash) s59r3z9gk and I'll call it at the next chapter. And yes, because this is FFdotNet I can't just type the full link.
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~~Eostian Scribe