I'm really sorry it's taken so long to bring you folks another chapter.
I had so much going on through February and into March that I just couldn't find the time to sit down and write a good, long part that would do this story justice. Long story short, I'm looking for a new job while juggling a handful of very time-consuming side jobs.
Now, going back to the story, I had three different draft scenarios for this particular point in the tale. The one I chose in the end is the most likely to flip everything upside down with regards to relationship dynamics. The other two options were far tamer, for sure.
Either way, the direction I decided on will probably leave some folks doubly invested, and make others check out.
I'll say no more than that for now, though.
Louise, feeling guilty over the fight she had with Michael and Tabitha earlier, is left conflicted about how to move forward.
Meanwhile, Kirche, who is tired of being on the back foot in her pursuit of Louise's familiar, decides it is time to make her move.
Kirche's Scheme
Louise awakens with a groggy grumble and her eyes flutter open.
A second passes. Another. And another.
Then, blinking the blurry sleepiness from her vision, Louise's breaths quicken.
"What the-," the pinkette notes with a sharp inhale, her eyes narrowing.
Michael and Kirche are- They're cuddled up together, fast asleep!
"H-h-how...!?" Louise's face twists in bewilderment and anger, her brow furrowing.
Then she recalls the argument she and Michael had earlier today, over Tabitha's feelings toward him, and her stomach drops like a stone into a lake.
The fight, the childish tantrum that led to her storming off and sulking for the rest of the evening, it was all over a misunderstanding. Louise hadn't bothered to hear Michael out when he asked for her trust. No, instead she let her insecurities get the best of her.
And now, Michael is snuggled in the embrace of von Zerbst, her bitter rival.
"Oh..." Louise utters, her eyes dampening, her heart clenching with guilt. She turns away, unable to bear the sight, her cheeks flushing hot with shame.
"...I can't believe I was such an idiot," the petite mage mumbles quietly to herself.
The pinkette closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and slowly exhales.
When she reopens her eyes, Louise finds herself looking at Tabitha. The blue-haired mage is still asleep, snuggled up beside her in the bed. The sight of her friend causes the noble girl's lips to twist into a small smile.
Yes, she too may be her rival, but not in the same vein as Kirche.
"Tabitha," Louise speaks, her voice barely a whisper.
Then, before the noble girl can second guess herself, Louise wraps an arm around Tabitha in a one-sided embrace.
For comfort. To ease her pain at the thought of losing Michael, if only in her mind.
Then, to Louise's surprise, the blue-haired mage snuggles back.
"What is it, Louise?" the bluenette asks in a tiny, sleeping whisper.
Having half-expected Tabitha to be fast asleep, Louise's heart quickens. She feels her cheeks warm, a faint blush blossoming across them.
"Um, Tabitha?" Louise begins, her voice unsteady.
The pinkette hesitates. "Did you truly mean what you said earlier, concerning your feelings for Michael...?" she asks in a hushed tone.
There comes a brief pause from Tabitha, her cheeks pinkening too.
"I did," the blue-haired girl replies, her voice barely a whisper.
"Oh..." Louise says, her heart sinking.
Then, Tabitha continues.
"I want to be close to him, yes. As I said before, though," Tabitha says, her voice soft, "I would never attempt to take him from you, Louise."
"Really?" Louise asks, her voice trembling.
"Yes," Tabitha replies.
"I-I'm glad," Louise says with a short, grateful exhale. "And I- I'm sorry for how I reacted earlier. "
"It's okay," Tabitha answers with a tiny sigh.
"Can you... Can you forgive me?" Louise wonders with a tiny glint of hope at her core.
"Of course," Tabitha answers, her voice soft, reassuring, "it's okay, Louise."
The pinkette's heart warms. "Thank you," she replies, relief washing over her.
Now, feeling at least the slightest bit more secure, Louise finds herself smiling.
"In that case, I'm going into the sitting room for a while, to think. Do you mind moving, so I can get out of bed?" Louise glances back to Michael and Kirche cuddled up together, and frowns. "As you can see, my idiot familiar is currently in the way," she grumbles.
There is a pause, then Tabitha's arms tighten around the pinkette in a light hug.
"Of course." Tabitha releases her embrace and scoots back, making space for Louise to get out of bed.
The noble girl slips out of the large four-poster, places an arm around her waist, and bows for Tabitha.
"Thank you, Tabitha," Louise says, her voice soft.
"You're welcome, Louise," Tabitha answers with a small nod.
Louise stands upright and begins to walk toward the door to the adjoining sitting room.
Before she gets very far, though, Tabitha stops her.
"Wait, Louise," the bluenette speaks up.
"Hmm? Yes?" Louise turns her head and glances back at the blue-haired mage.
Tabitha hesitates, then says, "Louise, I want you to know that I truly am happy for you."
"Eh? Happy for me?" Louise replies with a tilt of her head.
"Yes," Tabitha answers with a nod. "I can tell that you're in love with Michael. And though I feel the same way, I am... still happy for you."
"T-Tabitha..." Louise says, her cheeks reddening.
Without another word, Tabitha lays down, pulls the covers up to her chin, and closes her eyes.
Louise turns to face the doorway and places a hand over her heart.
"Thank you..." Louise whispers to herself, a small smile gracing her lips.
Louise exits the bedroom, walks into the sitting room, and shuts the door behind her. The pinkette plops down upon an ornate armchair by a roaring hearth, rests her head in her hands, and sighs.
"I'm such an idiot," Louise mutters with a shake of her head.
Her mind is in disarray. Her heart aches. Her stomach is filled with butterflies.
All she wants is to grab her idiot familiar, scream that she adores him, and press her lips to his.
Louise loves Michael. It is as simple as that. She loves her idiotic, amazingly kindhearted familiar.
And yet, he lays in the group's shared bed, snuggled up with Kirche.
Louise clenches her hands into fists and bites her lip.
"Damn it, Louise! It would be best if you had listened to him!" the pinkette snaps with a shake of her head.
She's made a mess of things, and she knows it. And now, Louise is unsure how to move forward.
Does she go back to bed and confront Michael? Or does she let the matter be, and speak with him in the morning?
"Maybe I shouldn't talk to him at all," Louise mutters with a shake of her head, "maybe it's better if I just leave him be until we reach Tristania."
The pinkette frowns, her heart clenching.
"No, that won't work," she says, "He'd ask if something was wrong. I'd have to give him an answer."
Louise takes a deep breath, then exhales.
"What am I going to do?" she asks herself.
It's all too much for her. Louise can't even think straight.
Just then, the sitting room door squeaks open.
Louise looks back over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes slightly.
"Oh. Kirche," Louise greets the redhead, a sharpened edge to her tone.
Kirche smiles at the pinkette. She then raises a hand to her mouth and yawns.
"My my, Louise, what are you doing up at this hour?" the redhead wonders, her voice soft and sleepy as she lowers her hand.
Louise rolls her eyes. "I should be asking you that," she snaps.
Kirche smiles. "Oh, I could not sleep," she says as she enters the sitting room, closes the door behind herself, and sits down in an armchair opposite Louise.
Louise levels a spiteful stare.
"Is that it...? Tell me, are you done cuddling up with my familiar now?" Louise replies with a sneer.
Kirche's eyes glint naughtily. Folding her arms behind her head and humming, the redhead replies, "Oh, the familiar you insist on mistreating, you mean?"
Louise grits her teeth.
"Shut up, you!" the pinkette barks, her face reddening,
Kirche's smile widens.
"Oh dear, I've clearly gone and touched a nerve, now haven't I?" the redhead replies.
Louise grinds her teeth together and growls forebodingly.
"If you do not shut your mouth right this instant, Kirche, I swear I'll-"
Kirche raises her hand, cutting Louise off.
"Before you continue barking and asking what Michael and I got up to earlier, Louise, he and I simply chatted for a while and enjoyed a few drinks at the bar, that's all."
Folding one leg over the other, the Germanian hums alluringly.
"And my goodness, our little chat only intensified the fires burning in my heart for him," she adds, winking.
Louise's cheeks redden. She can't help it. It's not like she wants to feel jealous, but... She does.
Louise looks away. She can't meet Kirche's gaze.
"...He's my familiar," Louise says softly, "my responsibility. He belongs to me."
The pinkette's face burns, her stomach tightening and her heart pounding.
"Indeed he does, Louise, and I saw how dearly you care for him on the day we confronted Fouquet."
Louise recalls the moment Kirche helped her to her feet after the battle, as Princess Henrietta's guards hurried her unconscious blonde idiot out of the woods and to the infirmary.
It was the first time that Louise felt any sort of kindness toward von Zerbst.
For helping her when she needed it most. For doing something other than picking on her.
"Which is why I will be frank with you, if only this once, as one woman to another," Kirche says, drawing Louise from her thoughts.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Louise asks, her brow furrowing.
Kirche levels a serious stare at the pinkette.
"Louise, a part of me truly yearns for what you have with Michael," the redhead confesses.
"Wh-what!?" Louise snaps, her face reddening, "What are you saying!? Do you honestly expect me to believe that from you, the woman who allows half the men in our school year into her chamber?!"
"Yes," Kirche answers without hesitation.
Louise's eyes widen. "...Eh?"
"Louise," the Germanian begins, "I am a woman, just as you are, and I too possess wants and desires, the same as you do."
The redhead leans forward, her eyes glinting.
"And, in truth, I yearn for someone to love me for who I am, outside of my place as a noble," she admits.
"Kirche..." Louise mumbles, her face reddening, her heart clenching.
"Your familiar is not of our world, Louise. He does not share the same expectations society has of us. Courting him isn't the same as courting a Tristanian or Germanian, I imagine."
Louise lowers her head and gazes into her lap. There, she inhales and exhales deeply, and joins her fingers together into a tight knot.
"You're right..." Louise admits in a whisper, her heart clenching. "I know that, but..."
Kirche stands from her chair, walks around the small table that separates the two and sits beside the pinkette.
"What you have is a truly special thing, Louise," Kirche says, her tone gentle and caring, "and I whole-heartedly believe that if I had what you do, I would be happy beyond compare."
Louise raises her head. Her eyes are wide and tremble with feeling.
"Kirche..." she whispers.
Kirche smiles at the pinkette and places a hand on her shoulder.
"Which is why seeing you treat him the way you do frustrates me to no end," she says.
Louise's eyes widen. "Excuse me...?" she mutters.
Kirche nods her head. "It is true," she says.
The Germanian withdraws her hand, folds her arms behind her head, and gazes off into the distance.
"When he agreed to embrace me earlier, I must confess, I was... happy, " Kirche admits. "It is the first time in so very long that a man has held me without desiring my body."
Louise's heart clenches. She grits her teeth and balls her hands into tight fists, her nails digging into her palms.
"And it felt wonderful, Louise, to be held like that," Kirche confesses.
"Kirche..." Louise whispers.
The redhead turns to the pinkette, her face glowing with an earnest smile.
"Which is why, should you let him slip through your fingers, I will be more than happy to take your place, Louise," Kirche says, her eyes sparkling.
Louise's heart stops.
"...You... what?" she whispers, her voice trembling.
Kirche giggles, and the pinkette's eyes widen.
"You heard me, dear, I will rise to the challenge and make him mine. What's more, I'll not cease my pursuit of anyone. Not you, or Montmorency, or even Tabitha," the redhead declares, her eyes burning with determination.
Louise's mouth falls agape. Her heart pounds and her breath catches in her throat.
Kirche hums alluringly.
"If you doubt me, simply wait and see. Perhaps, by this time next year, you'll find our positions reversed, and myself snuggled up in Michael's arms instead. Permanently, I might add."
Louise stares at Kirche, her pulse rising. The anger and frustration she felt a short while ago have been replaced by abject bewilderment and hurt.
Louise does not speak. She is too shocked to think, let alone react.
Then, abruptly, Kirche lowers her hands, stands up, and holds one out for the speechless pinkette.
"Fret not, my little jealous friend. I will remain well-behaved for the remainder of our trip to Tristania. Though, If you wish for him to continue caring for you the way he has, I suggest doing everything in your power to make up with him," Kirche implores with a wink.
Louise finds the courage to gaze up at the smiling redhead. She swallows, gathers herself, and sighs heavily.
"Do not worry, Louise. It would not be much fun if I took him too easily, now would it?" the Germanian wonders. "Not while you already have Tabitha to contend with, too."
Louise's shoulders tremble, her face reddening.
The girl then takes a deep breath, stands, places her hands on her hips, and adopts a dignified expression.
"Stop it, okay!" Louise commands with a voice that cracks in the slightest, "He's mine..."
Kirche beams, clasps claps her hands together, and giggles.
"Then keep it that way," Kirche whispers sweetly. "I can think of a few ways to ensure it does, if you catch my meaning, of course."
The redhead flashes Louise a tempting smile, blows a kiss, and winks.
"Though that is for you to decide, Louise," she adds, "Until tomorrow, I'll leave you be."
Louise's cheeks darken several shades. She folds her arms under her chest and averts her eyes.
"Fine," she says, "Goodnight, I suppose."
Kirche smiles.
"To you as well." the redhead says.
Acknowledging the pinkette with a nod, the Germanian makes her way to the door, gently opens it, steps out into the bedroom, and glances back.
Louise shuts her eyes and places a hand over her racing heart.
"Hmm," is the sole reply she musters.
Kirche dips her head and slips out of the room, careful not to awaken the others.
Louise scoffs to herself.
"Damn you, Kirche..." the pinkette whispers with a shake of her head.
Alone with her chaotic thoughts, she closes her eyes and lays her head back against the chair.
Her head pounds. Her face burns. Her heart thunders.
Despite it all, though, a small smile touches the noblewoman's face.
One born from a handful of treasured, passionate memories.
All of the kisses she and Michael have shared since his summoning to Tristain. And, the lustful night she shared with both her familiar and Siesta.
They are at the forefront of her heart, a reminder of how much circumstances between her and familiar have changed over the recent weeks.
For Louise, it's all overwhelming. So very, very overwhelming.
So much so that an intense heat swells betwixt her legs. It blooms forth and fills her with yearning.
An urge.
To lift the frills of her pale pink nightgown and brush her fingers across her covered sex.
No, to have Michael do it for her.
With his lips.
And his tongue.
As though she's a base common-born harlot from a fleeting, perverse dream.
In reality, Louise balls her hands into fists, digs her nails into her palms, squeezes her eyes shut, and shakes her head with great determination.
"N-No, I mustn't. Not with the others here. What sort of woman do I take myself for?" she ponders with disgust, squeezing her legs shut.
Resisting the urge. The terrible, burning urge.
Imagining the scandal should someone other than Michael catch her pleasuring herself, Louise grimaces.
Slowly, after a time, the pounding in the pinkette's heart begins to subside. And, her cheeks begin to cool, growing tender to the touch.
Sweat beads down the left side of her face.
Louise exhales deeply, then inhales.
"I... I need to get some air," she decides, her face burning.
The noble girl lifts herself out of the armchair. She wanders toward the door leading to the room's balcony. Upon reaching it, the pinkette opens the door, places a hand upon its frame, and steps out into the open.
In doing so, she hopes the frigid night air will calm her frazzled mind, and grant her some much-needed perspective.
The full moons in the sky; their reflected lights shimmer like rivers on the fields of grass before the surrounding woodland. Louise ambles toward the balcony's railing, places her arms on its cold hard stone, and looks out over the forested landscape bathed in soothing white moonlight.
"I've fallen so hard for you, you idiot," Louise utters under her breath, gazing up at the great white, full moons.
Looking up to the seemingly infinite expanse above, the pinkette shivers.
She takes a deep breath and exhales.
Louise lets her worries fade. Slipping into bliss, she leans over the edge of the rail and nuzzles her cheek against her folded arms, feeling the cool wind beating against her heated skin.
It is relaxing.
And, somehow, Louise feels a little calmer for it.
Seconds melt into minutes, and, eventually, a familiar pair of footsteps come wandering out onto the balcony.
Louise glances to her right, and her eyes widen.
Michael strides past the pinkette to her right, unfolds his arms, and places them on the railing.
As he does, their eyes meet. Michael's are droopy as though he's just woken up.
Shy all of a sudden, Louise snaps her gaze to her familiar's.
Face warming, she looks the man over. An excuse to gaze anywhere but his lovely green eyes.
The blonde dons his black uniform trousers and a creased, open white shirt without socks or shoes. His hair is scruffy, too.
"Kirche woke me on her way back to bed and said you wanted to talk," the Englishman explains, drawing a half-hearted scoff from the girl.
"The nerve of her," she adds with a click of her tongue.
For a time there's silence as the pair look up to the world's two full moons.
Louise's mind wanders back to earlier in the night, and she crosses her arms under her chest.
"Listen, I'm... sorry for the way I snapped at you earlier," she mumbles, her voice barely loud enough to make out.
Michael chuckles thinly and turns to Louise.
The pinkette furrows her brow, pouts her lips, and averts her eyes.
"W-What's so funny, idiot?" she jabs with a scowl, her cheeks reddening.
Michael just looks back to the woodland surrounding the Halfway House. He then cracks a small smile, clasps his hands together, and exhales shortly.
"Not a thing, Princess, it's fine."
Louise shuts her eyes and folds her arms. "Then you accept my apology, like a good familiar?" she asks pointedly.
Michael bites the tip of his tongue.
"Course I do," the blonde assures with a wry smile. "...If you promise to be a little more trusting."
Louise lowers her head once more, clenches her fists, and pushes herself into a standing position, one arm leaning heavily on the railing.
She turns to her familiar, facing the moonlight, and sighs.
"I am entitled to a little misplaced jealousy, okay? Especially after the things you and I have- Well... How far you we have come together since Fouquet," the petite girl reasons.
Suffocating from the tension that hangs in the air, she lowers her head and balls her hands into firm fists.
A sharp breeze from over the forested landscape makes Louise's hair wave gently, her nose twitch, and her eyes close, as her consciousness drifts into what felt like a nostalgic world.
Michael slowly stands up straight and turns to face the dainty mage.
"...Sure, I'll give you that," he agrees, gazing out into the treeline around the Halfway House. "I mean, it isn't as though I asked for the whole situation with Tabitha, either. It obviously hurts your feelings."
Louise lowers her head still, cranes her neck, and nibbles on her lip.
"...At least you realize it, you idiot," the mage breathes out.
"Kinda hard to miss," the blonde notes with a shrug. "...But, I get it, Louise. I really do."
Tears well up in the corner of the teen's pink eyes.
Tears born from love and frustration. From so many powerful emotions, each of them aimed directly at her big blonde fool of a companion.
Slowly, Louise then raises a hand to her mouth, covering up a sob, and Michael steps toward her.
"...Hey," he whispers, reaching for her shoulder.
His touch sends a strong tingle down her spine and Louise shakes her head.
"I-I'm fine..." Louise grunts, stiffening her nose. "...Don't pity me, you dummy..."
The tears fall from the corner of her eyes, plopping softly on the cold stone floor.
Louise is unable to fight back her emotions any longer.
Drawing the girl to his body, Michael sweeps her into his embrace. The gesture sends a lightning thrill throughout her being, calming and comforting her immensely.
Raising a hand, Michael cradles the back of the noble's head. The action soothes her to no end.
"God, you're a handful at times, girl," Michael whispers into her ear.
Louise purses her lips and whimpers.
"Be quiet, you idiot. Go be alone with Kirche..." she jabs weakly, nuzzling her tear-covered cheek against his warm, soothing neck.
"No can do, I'm afraid, I'm perfectly fine here," the taller, athletic familiar responds, his fingers running lovingly through Louise's long pink locks.
The pinkette shivers.
It feels wonderful. So very, very wonderful.
And, in that moment, all is right with Louise's world.
There is only her and Michael.
No expectations befitting a nobleman's daughter. No personal failures. No mockery.
Not even Siesta is here to divide Michael's attention, either
Indeed, it's just Louise and her lovable dolt of a familiar.
And, for the first time in a long while, the girl feels completely and utterly safe.
After a few minutes of enjoying his attentive embrace, the pinkette sighs.
"Michael...?"
The man hums caringly. "Yeah?"
"...I'd like us to sleep in the sitting room together, away from Kirche and Tabitha," the pinkette asserts, rising on her tiptoes and kissing the familiar's cheek.
The blonde chuckles affectionately. "Yeah, that's fine with me. We'll need a blanket though."
A sleepy smile forms on Louise's lips, and she hides her face in Michael's neck.
"Then you can go get it, stupid," she mutters against his warm skin, drawing a laugh out of the man. "There's one on the top shelf of the cupboard, by the bed."
"Alright, alright, Your Majesty," Michael mutters, gently withdrawing his right arm from the girl's waist.
Louise smiles, nuzzles against her servant's warm, toned torso, and blinks her heavy eyes.
Michael turns and heads back into the sitting room, prompting Louise to follow after him.
While her blonde companion goes into the bedroom through the adjoining door to collect the blanket, Louise closes the balcony doors tightly and exhales deeply.
Moments pass in silence. Then, when Michael returns from the bedroom with a large brown woolen blanket and shuts the door, Louise walks over to the largest of the ornate settees by the fireplace.
She considers taking a seat then, gazes at the comfy-looking brown rug before the crackling flames of the hearth.
"Better for cuddling," she remarks in a whisper, her cheeks warming.
Decision made, she sits.
Her familiar then walks over to the pink-haired noble and unfolds the blanket, sitting down on the floor beside her. Then he holds one edge out for the noble to sit beneath. She smiles, places her hand under his, and with their fingers interlocked, slips herself beneath the fabric.
The blonde pulls the cover over himself and draws the blankets over Louise's shoulders.
The two lay down together, stretched out across the rug.
Louise feels Michael's eyes linger on hers with warmth and fondness.
His doing so pinkens her cheeks and makes her heart quicken anew. She hates how easily he makes her blush.
And yet she wouldn't change it for the world, either.
"Tell you what," Michael utters, smiling wide and sweeping a lock of hair away from the noble's cheek. "Let's forget all about tonight and just enjoy the rest of the journey, that fair?"
"...Thank you, that does sound pleasant." Louise finds herself grinning.
She leans closer to her familiar, who gently wraps an arm around her in return. Their faces inches apart, she feels the warmth of his breathing and his scent mingle with her own.
"And in return, I'll grant you a special privilege just for tonight, seeing as I am a generous master," the petite girl murmurs half-ironically and reaches out to stroke the back of her fingertip across her companion's face.
Michael smirks smugly and rests his broad palm on the small of her back.
"Which would be?" the blonde raises his eyebrows suggestively.
Louise's eyes become lidded.
"To kiss me as much as you like until sunrise," she proposes coyly. "As a symbol of... our bond."
The blonde grins seductively, tingles running across Louise's flesh at his touch as he smooths his larger hands down to cup her full derriére.
"And supposing Kirche or Tabitha walk in on us...?" he asks inquisitively.
The girl flinches a moment, catches herself, and leans in to plant a tender kiss against her beloved's cheek.
It leaves Michael smiling. Her servant blinks a little.
"To be honest... I do not care at this point," Louise announces truthfully, and cuddles up against the blonde's side, before raising her mouth toward his ear to whisper.
"...Because Michael DeSilva, you promised yourself to Siesta and I."
She places a little extra emphasis on these words, letting out a subtle note of satisfaction at her possessive attitude.
"And since Siesta isn't here, I expect you to make the most of the time we have together."
Michael grins playfully and strokes his fingertips in teasing circles upon the girl's pale, smooth shoulders.
"You're asking for it..." he warns, tilting his head aside.
The blonde's lips approach hers, and her eyes slowly slip closed.
His kiss, feather-light and warm, touches her trembling mouth like silk upon wine.
Louise leans into Michael, wrapping her arms around him, while his hand strokes through her tresses and she kisses him back.
Louise gives herself to his languid kisses and lets the familiar steal a series of ever deeper kisses as her blood heats and her loins tremble.
Leaning in for his tongue, she gasps as it slips inside her. Her breath catches as he draws sensual, teasing patterns on the roof of her mouth, and she swoons. Michael's tongue finds hers a moment later, stroking around, deep, sensual, and wet.
A moment later, Michael leans back into the rug. Louise moves with him, settling on top of him, and resumes kissing. She then breaks free and lifts her night dress, discarding it entirely to the floor.
Then, Michael slips off his shirt and gestures to the button holding his trousers closed with a sly grin.
Louise blinks, her cheeks warming further, and slowly moves to undo it, before lowering his trousers down his legs and tossing them aside.
Naked beneath the blanket, Michael and Louise resume their kissing, hands exploring one another's bodies.
Deeper and deeper under a sensual spell, Louise feels herself burning up, the warmth between her thighs intensifying as Michael kisses her.
"Ohh..." she sighs. "Oh, Michael..."
She runs her hands down his firm, toned chest, her mouth parting with a gasp.
And it isn't until she feels his manhood, rigid and standing firmly to attention prod against her inner thigh that she snaps out of her passion-drunk haze.
In the back of her mind, a steely pang of conscience reminds her of who she is.
A noble.
The daughter of a Duke.
A woman sadly betrothed to another man since childhood.
And she is here, on the floor of the Halfway House, naked as the day she was born.
"I don't care..." the pinkette whispers, kissing the side of the blonde's neck.
Whatever Michael wishes to do with her, he can.
Even if Tabitha feels it through their shared bond in the next room.
And especially if Kirche were to hear and peek in on them from the door.
Louise wants this.
No. She needs it.
The pinkette's eyes roll back as her familiar begins planting a trail of kisses down her neck and toward the tiny dimples of her developing cleavage.
"...Michael..." she sighs, her hips rolling atop his own, feeling his weapon throbbing beneath her.
The noble reaches up to caress his face, her body trembling from the heat coursing through her veins, and feels a sudden surge of boldness.
Louise lifts herself and straddles her familiar's hips, gazing down at the blonde in a moment of breathless anticipation.
She reaches for the blanket and draws it over her shoulders. Then, she reaches down for his member.
A soft, pleasured sigh escapes her lips as she runs her fingers across the engorged head of the manly monument.
Michael's face flushes and his lips part slightly.
He appears equal parts stunned and satisfied by her touch.
Louise smiles at this and lowers her hand to grasp the base of his manhood, squeezing gently.
"Aah!" the familiar exclaims, bucking his hips upward, and Louise giggles, lowering her hand to tease his crown jewels with pillowy fingertips.
The girl's cheeks warm, her pulse racing as she feels his manhood throb and pulse against her palm, and her gaze flickers back to his face.
Michael is staring at her.
With absolute adoration.
And passionate heat blazing in his eyes.
And as Louise meets his gaze, she knows in her heart of hearts that she wants him.
For as long as she can continue to have him in this manner.
The pinkette bites her lip, and raises herself, placing her free hand on Michael's shoulder to steady herself.
"I'm going to try something, Michael," she declares, her voice shaking with anticipation.
Michael takes a deep, trembling breath.
"Y-Yeah, sweetheart...?" he asks, his voice cracking with arousal.
The noble's mouth hangs open as she guides her familiar's pulsating manhood to the pleasure-dampened petals of her womanly blossom.
The sensation of it against her sex, so hot and firm, makes Louise shudder with want, her lips parting with a low moan.
"I... I'm going to rub you- it... against me," the petite mage reveals, her cheeks flushing as she struggles to put her thoughts into words. "To satisfy us both."
And with that, her eyes harden just the slightest bit.
"You are not releasing your seed betwixt my legs, falling pregnant would disgrace me and my family name," she informs the familiar sternly. "Do you understand?"
The blonde nods.
"Good..." Louise whispers, her lashes fluttering shut.
She lowers herself down, her body tensing and her breath catching as his tip slips between her outer lips.
Louise feels a sharp pinch of pain and pauses.
"I'm sorry," Michael utters, grunting softly, and the pinkette opens her eyes, her heart fluttering and her face reddening at the sight of him.
Her blonde fool is looking at her.
With concern and affection in his eyes.
"It's okay..." Louise utters, leaning forward, and kisses him on the lips.
She then raises her hips the slightest fraction, takes a firm grip on his member, and begins to slowly rub the engorged head up and down against the entrance to her sacred garden, coating him in her love juices.
It feels heavenly.
"Oh..." the pinkette sighs, her eyes rolling back and a jolt like thunder shooting up her spine as Michael's manhood slides across her little nub of pleasure.
Louise feels her familiar's member throb and pulse, and her heart swells with satisfaction.
It feels so right.
So very, very right.
And the pinkette doesn't want it to end.
She reaches up, cups the back of her familiar's neck, and begins to kiss him again.
Michael kisses her back, slipping his tongue into her mouth, and Louise gasps in pleasure.
Then, she leans back and continues to stroke his manhood against her slit.
And, in that moment, Louise de la Vallière's world becomes nothing more than a warm, wonderful haze of pleasure.
She can feel Michael's manhood pulsing, hot and swollen with desire, against her entrance, her body shaking as she rocks against his length.
The blonde groans softly, his lips parting, and Louise feels a powerful surge of confidence.
The pinkette leans over and begins to kiss along the familiar's muscular shoulder, running her tongue across his salty flesh, tasting him.
Then, Louise draws herself back up and gazes down at him with lidded eyes.
Michael gazes back at her with warmth and dedication of his own.
It sends a shiver up the pinkette's spine, and she lowers her hips.
Feeling the pressure of Michael's member against her entrance, the pinkette takes a deep breath.
"I-I'm close, Michael," the mage declares, her voice cracking as she stumbles over her words.
The blonde grunts.
"Y-Yeah, me too," he responds, and Louise shudders as she feels her familiar's hands caress the sides of her thighs, drawing her toward him.
Louise feels her entire body tightening, like a spring coiled up and ready to burst.
And with it comes a foolhardy notion, a yearning to lower down onto him entirely. To pluck her delicate flower and become one with the man she has come to love and treasure in this past month.
To rebel against her family's wishes. And to reject her betrothal to Wardes.
Louise blinks, her heart thudding against her chest.
And as it does, a warning thought flares in the back of Louise's mind. A reminder.
"W-What about Tabitha...? Does she..."
The pinkette trails off as her gaze wanders toward the door separating them from the young Gallian.
"Feel it...?" Michael finishes, and Louise nods. "Yeah, she's awake in there."
Louise blushes, her heart skipping a beat.
"D-Do you think she... feels everything?" the pinkette asks, her voice cracking.
The blonde strokes his fingertips along her lower back, tracing teasing circles upon her flesh in a somewhat slow and nervous fashion.
"Oh yeah, because I sure as heck feel her," he replies. "She's... frustrated."
Louise lets out a deep, intensely displeased hum.
"We must break this bond you two share," she mutters, feeling her face warm with embarrassment. "I feel sorry for her, truly I do, but..."
She then pauses and leans up to meet the blonde's gaze.
"It would be untrue if I said I wasn't angry, too..." she confesses, her voice shaking with emotion. "To cast such a powerful spell without thinking, and on my familiar, no less..."
A tiny flicker of jealousy burns within the pit of Louise's stomach, a part of her wishing she were the one in Tabitha's position instead.
For if she were, she would have a much clearer read of her headstrong and stubborn companion.
Michael's expression softens.
"Hey, you said we'd forget about all of that stuff for now, remember?" the familiar asks, raising himself on his elbows to kiss her on the lips.
Louise blinks, her heart fluttering, and draws back with a deep sigh.
"I did indeed say that, didn't I?" she remarks.
The pinkette feels her cheeks burn as she says these words.
She leans forward, pressing her forehead against her familiar's, and lets out a deep, trembling breath.
Where there was only pleasure moments ago, a sea of emotions now rage within the young Valière's breast.
Shame.
Embarrassment.
Frustration.
Guilt.
And the desire to come clean about her betrothal to Wardes. To tell Michael everything.
The pinkette's eyes narrow as she gazes down at Michael.
"Michael, if what you and I have is to continue, then there is something you must know... something important," she begins.
Her familiar's brow raises.
"And what's that, sweetheart?" he asks, his expression shifting into one of concern.
Louise swallows and draws in a deep, shuddering breath.
"The truth is..."
...
Kirche lies in bed with a devious smirk and hugs an arm around her middle.
As she does, she recalls the argument she overheard whilst eavesdropping on Louise, Michael, and Tabitha earlier today. Before going with Michael to the bar.
Louise, whom stood by the sitting room door with a face like thunder moments after the redhead had returned from a snack, stormed into the adjoining room with Michael's tome under her arm.
And Kirche, being the curious sort that she is, thought it only right to perch by the door and listen.
"I heard everything," she declared, her voice steely and serious. "About your bond. And Tabitha's feelings."
"Oh," Tabitha responded somewhat shyly
"Well shit," Michael answered with a nervy undertone
"This is serious, Michael!" Louise barked somewhat angrily, like the small doggy that she is. "I want to know everything. About how deeply the two of you are joined."
"I am to blame for Miss Louise knowing of this, young sir," came another voice, that of the sentient tome belonging to Michael, Kirche found after quickly peeking into the room through a crack in the door. "I sensed the bond you and Miss Tabitha shared as the two of you laid comatose in the Academy's infirmary wing."
From there, Kirche listened carefully and absorbed everything of import.
The romantic feelings Tabitha harbors for Michael.
The bond the two share through a botched magical spell
And especially Louise's jealous reaction.
All just in time to slip out of the room so she could ponder before Michael bumped into her minutes later.
And so, she used all of her knowledge to make this whole game of love just a bit more interesting.
Firstly, she offered to go with Michael for a drink at the bar whilst he cooled down from his stern talk with Louise. There, Kirche opened up about her innermost desire, to be loved for more than her body.
Kirche's heart flutters as she recalls the whole affair.
It was wholly genuine. Is wholly genuine.
And something she never believed herself capable of until this evening, either.
A tear trickles down her cheek.
One born of her powerful, burning desire to be with Michael.
To court him. A man not of this world.
To perhaps even see that world for herself, someday. Maybe.
"For the first time in my life I am on the back foot in a game of love," Kirche whispers to herself. "And I must confess, I like it."
She then pauses and takes a deep breath.
Behind her, lies poor Tabitha. In the grip of intense sexual frustration, she squirms uncomfortably.
Kirche smiles warmly, knowing this means Michael and Louise must be intimately engaged in the next room over and rolls over.
The blue-haired girl, naturally shy, averts her gaze in an attempt to avoid the redhead's eyes.
All Kirche does is touch a hand to her small, clammy shoulder.
"You needn't worry, dear, I heard the whole discussion between the three of you earlier," the redhead declares. "I know everything, and will not tell a soul. I promise you that."
Tabitha blinks, her face burning a deep, dark red.
"H-How much did you..."
"Enough to know that you love him, darling," Kirche responds with a warm smile. "Enough to know that you're frustrated by your bond, and under great pressure from Louise to sever it."
Tabitha averts her eyes.
"Y-Yes," she answers awkwardly.
"It is quite the bind, isn't it?" Kirche asks, her smile widening.
The bluenette says nothing.
And so, Kirche places her master stroke over the board.
"What if I told you that I love Michael, too? That I wish to court him, just as you do?" the redhead asks.
Tabitha's eyes widen.
"I can assure you that I am not lying, Tabitha," Kirche adds. "For this is no mere game to me, either."
Tabitha's mouth opens as if she is going to say something before it closes again.
"And while I do not intend to lose to Valière, you have always been a quiet and supportive friend, Tabitha. Therefore, you and I should make a move, before our pieces are struck off the board entirely," Kirche concludes. "Do you not think so too, my dear?"
Tabitha's mouth opens, then closes again.
And then, she nods.
"Yes. I think you're right," she says.
And then, Kirche smirks and wraps an arm around her companion's shoulder.
"Good, good. Then how about we join those two in the other room and disrupt their... fun," Kirche proposes, her eyes glinting mischievously.
Tabitha's cheeks burn a deep, dark red, but she nods.
"Lovely. And you needn't worry, Tabitha, I shan't lay a finger upon you if you do not wish it, I promise," Kirche declares, patting the bluenette on the shoulder. "I shall instead, if my stomach can bear it, place the majority of my focus on our dear, jealous Louise."
Tabitha nods, her eyes still downcast, and Kirche chuckles.
"There is no need for embarrassment, darling. We both share a common goal," she declares. "Now come along, it is time we make our intentions known."
...
"The truth is..."
My stomach feels ready to drop like a stone with Louise ready to open up about whatever's on her mind.
Just as she's about to speak, however, the sitting room door squeaks open.
Louise and I turn to find Kirche and Tabitha, both in their sleeping clothes, entering the room.
I can feel Tabitha's emotions through my bond with her, and they're intense. She's feeling frustration, anxiety, and embarrassment.
Stark naked, Louise hurries to throw the blanket over us.
"Aah! What are you two doing?!" she squeaks, her face turning beet red.
Kirche gives the pinkette a coy smirk.
"We couldn't help but overhear the two of you, Louise," the redhead remarks. "Just as I overheard the conversation you three had earlier, concerning a certain magical bond..."
Louise's cheeks flush with heat.
"D-Do you intend to tell everyone!?" the petite mage hisses angrily.
Kirche smiles warmly.
"Oh no, darling, not at all. But, as I'm sure you can imagine, poor Tabitha here is tied into knots with frustration over... whatever it was the two of you were doing in here until just now."
Tabitha averts her gaze and blushes.
"You see, Louise?" Kirche asks. "And as her longest-standing friend, I thought it only fair to help her with this terrible predicament."
Oh shit, my heart's hammering with where this might be going. And I feel nervy as Hell, too.
Louise goes the reddest I've ever seen her go.
"Just what are you-"
Without another word, Kirche snaps her fingers.
What remains of the fireplace's embers, and every other candle-lit candle in the room, goes out at once.
A thin beam of moonlight through the balcony's glass door is all that illuminates the room now.
"What is all of this, Kirche?!" Louise hisses, her eyes wide with shock.
Kirche lets out a soft sigh. Then she giggles.
"Oh, nothing really, dear. I'm just helping Tabitha, as I said," she replies.
Intentions laid out pretty flatly, Kirche reaches for the shoulders of her frilly purple nightgown.
She then draws it down. Her enormous breasts pop free and hang there like giant melons.
The sight of them makes me harder than I've ever been before.
"Holy fuck..."
Louise's eyes bulge.
"K-Kirche...!"
Kirche smiles and drops her nightgown to the floor.
My eyes linger over every inch of the tanned, curvy Germanian.
Her heaving breasts. Her rippling butt and thighs.
Her slightly toned physique.
The thick bush of dark red hair between her legs.
Each of her large and puffy nipples standing stiff.
Louise, her jaw hanging open in shock, can't take her eyes off Kirche either.
Silence, thick and tense, fills the room.
It drags on, and on. And on.
Until Tabitha, albeit with way more hesitation, begins fumbling clumsily with her white cotton gown. A huge wave of nervousness strikes me through our shared bond as she does, too.
A warmth, too. And a sense of intense arousal that is somehow overpowering.
"T-Tabitha...!" Louise stutters nervously, her eyes peeling wide with genuine astonishment.
The next moment, Tabitha's gown comes off.
My eyes flick across Tabitha's face and her beautiful figure in amazement.
Her skin has the slightest touch of paleness, she's skinny, and her chest is basically flat. Those things don't stop her from being gorgeous in her own right, though, no way.
She has a cute, narrow waist, the smallest hint of roundness to her butt and thighs, and her thin, rectangular framed glasses do everything to amp up her natural sexiness.
Then there's the small, scruffy patch of blue hair just above the lips of her smooth slit.
My eyes just about fall out of my head as they wander down her lithe form.
I can't stop staring.
Another wave of emotion crashes into me when Tabitha realizes I'm checking her out, from behind those sexy thin-framed spectacles—a cocktail of desire, excitement, and anxiousness.
Which floods into me and takes my goddamn breath away.
Tabitha then clears her throat softly.
A loud squeal breaks the near silence, startling the shit out of me.
I snap my gaze back toward Louise. Kirche, who I'd honestly stopped looking at the moment Tabitha finished undressing, now looms above the mage with a devious smirk.
"Kirche- I-I..." the pinkette stammers.
Gentle moonlight falls upon the pair.
Kirche, kneeling to Louise's level, rests her hands upon the girl's small shoulders.
"Come now, Louise, surely even a prudish Vallière isn't shy when it comes to a girl's natural body, are you?" she asks teasingly.
Louise can't get a single word out. She's a deer in headlights!
The redhead then looks to Tabitha, giving her the smallest encouraging smile and nod.
Like a scared, vulnerable puppy, Tabitha glances at me, sees that I'm looking in her direction, and gives her a reassuring smile and nods in kind.
I'm feeling very frigging weird right now. It's not unpleasant though, quite the opposite. Just... odd.
"I'm here to make sure Tabitha gets what she craves," Kirche whispers, so soft that I almost miss it, as her hands, heavy and warm, come up to cup Louise's cheeks.
"Don't worry though, Louise... What happens on the road to Tristania, stays on the road to Tristania. No one needs to know a thing."
A fresh wave of emotions cascades across me from Tabitha. They're harder to describe than anything else I've felt from her. The most I can say is that they're intense.
Then, Kirche presses her mouth to Louise's.
It catches the pinkette completely off-guard and her body stiffens up immediately. Louise tries pulling away, tries escaping, but finds her body unwilling to move.
After a few moments, though, she actually relaxes. Then she leans into the redhead and kisses her back the tiniest bit.
This gives Kirche all the permission she needs to peel the clammy girl off of me, and she proceeds to sweep her into a standing position. The two exchange kisses, before Kirche draws Louise's lips to her supple neck.
All the while, Tabitha can't stop looking at me like she's starving.
Starry-eyed and tense, Louise lets Kirche push her down onto the far edge of the rug.
It's here that she snaps to her senses and a glint of panic lights her eyes.
"B-But you're a von Zerbst, a-and I'm a..." she stutters, having gone absolutely red in the face.
"Yes, yes," Kirche interrupts with a dismissive wave of her hand, the predatory glint in her eye only growing sharper and brighter. "Our prior disdain is not lost to me, Louise. However..."
Kirche looks me square in the eyes, Louise pinned beneath her and sends another knowing smirk my way.
"This familiar of yours has bucked the norms that bind all of us since his arrival, has he not?" the redhead poses with a naughty chuckle. "Why, had you summoned another man from another time or place then I can only imagine what other consequences would have bloomed."
Louise swallows hard.
"W-Well yes, but..."
Kirche lowers her eyes to Louise and presses a finger to her lips, shushing her.
"And so, here I find myself, not quite disliking you as much as I used to, and yet so single-mindedly determined to claim that which I desire," the fire mage continues gently.
Louise tenses up, her big, beautiful eyes shining with unease.
"B-But earlier, y-you said you wouldn't act until we returned from Tristania," the tiny pinkette squeaks, blinking rapidly in fear of the girl's answer.
Kirche just smiles and turns back to me, her mischievous eyes studying my reaction.
"That I did, Louise," she says simply.
I just look back in silence. A warm ball of excitement is growing in my gut, and I can't exactly hide the raging excitement between my legs.
Kirche wraps her arms around Louise's small torso and runs her tongue over the mage's blushing neck.
Her doing so makes me ache for relief so strongly that it hurts.
Louise shudders softly, and the desire I feel only gets stronger.
"It was a little white lie, I'm afraid," Kirche whispers. "For I needed an excuse to get you to cooperate with my game of seduction."
The lust I feel nearly overtakes my ability to breathe, and I bite down on the corner of my lip. Hard.
I can't believe I'm honestly, genuinely enjoying the way Kirche is-
"Michael," Tabitha purrs into my ear, the want in her voice damn near penetrating me.
Then, a hand claps my cheek, and turns my head.
Kneeling right in front of me and her eyes trembling, the bluenette forces out a tight, awkward smile.
I can feel the immense vulnerability, excitement, and lust churning in her. The incredible strain it takes for the poor girl just to try and hold herself together.
Tabitha's intentions couldn't be plainer, and they aren't at all unpleasant.
Not now that Kirche has taken things this far, at least.
The words, "I need you," reverberate all through my chest when Tabitha finally kisses me. I can't think of a response other than returning it at first.
And so, I press my lips to hers and feel her heart soar when she lets out the softest moan. Then, I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tight.
Because she's so close and the sexual tension in the room is so high, I feel utterly drunk with the overwhelmingly intense emotions that flood me. Not that they bother me, though. Hell no, they only arouse me and force me to rock my naked body against Tabitha's.
The bluenette feels so delicate pressed against me and her emotions go on a wild, intoxicated ride. But she holds out long enough to wriggle and position her body above mine.
A wave of lust rushes through Tabitha, and I understand immediately what she wants, what she needs.
Tabitha leans back and looks into my eyes.
That gaze is so beautiful, full of tenderness, curiosity, and trust that it leaves me enamored.
I kiss her deeply. I kiss her long. I kiss her just a little forcefully.
It's passionate, though. Real passionate.
Behind us all the while, Kirche holds Louise to her chest while the pinkette loudly and wetly sucks on one of her large, aroused nipples. As she does this, Kirche stuffs two fingers inside of herself, buries her head against the nape of Louise's smaller neck, and begins aggressively pleasuring herself.
Louise soon gets weak in the knees, and Kirche nearly topples over, struggling to keep the tiny pinkette from crashing down atop her in a limp tangle of limbs.
Tabitha's heart races. I can feel the desire running through her every vein as I bring the back of my hand up against her wetness. I feel my shaft harden more than ever when the tip of my thumb brushes her engorged g spot, eliciting a shudder of pleasure and a nervous whine.
Even better, I feel a delicious tingly sensation my touching through her course through me, too.
Tabitha's desperate need overflows me like waves in an ocean.
Trying to go easy to avoid frightening her, I run my touch up the wet skin of her glistening inner thigh and come right up to the entrance of her slick heat.
Thankfully, she doesn't stop or falter. Instead, she tugs her face away and leans back to rest a hand on either side of my groin.
Tabitha and I share a small, shaky smile.
"G-Go on," she tells me breathlessly, her full cheeks flushed red and her sapphire eyes shimmering with anxious anticipation.
With another breath, she then slides herself upward into the air to give me better access.
A momentary rush of gratefulness flows into me when I push my index finger into her.
She shivers once, then exhales slowly and closes her eyes, reaching for something she cannot express.
Her warmth tightens around my digit, sucking it in deeper, and when I start to pull my finger back out she whines anxiously.
When I start pumping my fingertip inside of her and lightly rolling it in a circular motion, she relaxes and grows wetter still.
Better still, her pleasure swells through our bond. But it also amplifies in me.
Taking another deep breath, I lean my head forward, part the lips of her gash with my second finger, and slide in my tongue, too.
Tabitha's eyes roll back into her head when I do so, and I instantly feel her pleasure pulse through me like static electricity.
It's so damn good that I can't help but writhe, press myself into the carpet, and give Tabitha a hard, heavy, toe-curling lick. She makes the cutest, sexiest moaning sound in response and puts all of her weight forward, resting a hand on the top of my head.
That simple action melts me inside.
Behind us, meanwhile, Kirche purrs.
"Oh my, Tabitha, you naughty girl," the redhead's voice whispers.
A small, grumpy whimper leaves Louise, too.
"Filthy familiar," she mutters, half-sounding unhappy she isn't the one being satisfied.
Tabitha glances back toward Kirche. A moment passes, and then she looks back at me.
"D-Don't stop," she whispers gently, nimbly working her fingertips over my bare, sweat-dampened chest.
To my surprise, my pouty-faced mistress claps Kirche's cheeks and presses a forceful kiss to her lips.
Once she does this, Kirche squeaks happily and closes her eyes.
A small, passionate little laugh leaves her a second later. She closes her eyes and guides Louise's lips to her round, dark, delectably aroused nipples a second time.
As she does, a sense of euphoria grips me over this foursome, and I plunge my finger deeper inside Tabitha. I follow this by wriggling my tongue deeper in, too, and caressing her clit with my thumb.
She rocks her hips and lets out a small yelp of pleasure, and I almost buckle against the floor. An immense, sweet, searing tension takes root in my balls and starts to throb through the shaft.
I moan happily. So does Tabitha.
She slides her arm out from under herself and collapses against the floor while spreading her legs.
Before I can get ahold of her, Kirche's smooth, tanned arms loop around me and pull me into an incredibly sensual, dominant embrace.
"Didn't think I'd let you escape me, did you, darling...?" she whispers.
I want to give some response, but my head spins drunkenly from both my searing hot emotions and the thick, musky air of the room.
The next thing I know, Kirche pulls me down to the rug with a pretty impressive degree of force.
She comes down on top of me, chuckles coyly, and gazes at me warmly with her chocolate-brown eyes.
Some primal, lopsided, stupid-as-shit look takes over my face and I can't help but gulp in adoration at the way she smiles.
The redhead suddenly gives me an impassioned kiss, steals a little sigh from me as she does, and guides my hand up to one of her bare, soft boobs.
"I get to have you at last, at last," she sings softly, leaning in and running her tongue over my throat.
Her voice, soft and sultry and so fucking sexy, makes me so stiff and throbbing it almost hurts.
I begin to feel a dull pulsating along my shaft and the tip of me tightens like a coiling muscle.
The raw, primal excitement that surges through me and about paralyzes me with anticipation and desire.
Before Kirche strikes, though, Louise lets out a sharp, frustrated growl.
Then, Louise jumps on me from behind, slithers her arms around me, and nibbles at the skin of my neck.
"Mine," she murmurs.
And I'll be damned a burst of joy doesn't erupt inside me from her sweet, possessive undertone.
"I'm sure we can share, Vallière," Kirche quips in response, giving me a mock scowl when I kiss Louise on the nose.
But Louise just retaliates with a glare of her own and flicks Kirche's forehead.
"Ow," Kirche whines loudly, wincing slightly. "My my, jealous much, are we?"
"Absolutely not," Louise interjects quickly. She's lying, we all know she is.
Kirche simply smiles deviously at Louise. Then she parts my legs, gazes hungrily at my aching meat, and slowly licks the expanse of her lips.
A jolt of pure delight shoots through it a second later. My whole body tenses and beads of sweat gather upon my brow.
Then, I look down in a haze to find Tabitha has all but caved since Kirche snatched me away, and has taken to stroking her snatch, her eyes stare now desperate and full of need.
I'm snapped from the gorgeous sight by an alluring hum from Kirche, who tenderly brushes her lips against the fullness of my throbbing member.
I suck in a small breath and freeze immediately, and my heart practically stops in my chest.
"Don't you dare, von Zerbst," Louise warns suddenly, her hold upon me suddenly becoming incredibly forceful.
Kirche smirks up at Louise over the protrusion of my junk. Then, before the pinkette can say another word, she reaches up, holds my swollen and highly sensitive tip between her middle finger and her thumb, and opens her mouth wide.
Louise, in turn, bites her lip, drops her face to the curve of my shoulder, and gives me a pleading look.
Time slows to a standstill for a split second as my entire being threatens to cave under so much stimulation. All I hear is my heart hammering like a furious hammer.
And, as ashamed as I should feel for indulging Kirche's wicked plan, I don't.
Exhaling, the world around me unfreezes.
Kirche closes her mouth, dons a wicked smirk, and shoots Louise the evil eye.
"Too late I'm afraid, dear, you've kept him to yourself for long enough," the redhead teases.
Louise glares daggers at her, and Kirche's smirk only widens.
"Though, if you'd to join me, I suppose I could be generous... "
Louise blinks several times. Her cheeks flare scarlet.
"J-Join you...?" Louise asks.
Kirche chuckles.
"You heard me," she replies. "We shall see which of us your precious familiar enjoys more."
"That's filthy," Louise huffs, but there's a definite tone of curiosity in her voice.
"Oh, I know it is," the redhead purrs. "And that's what makes it all the more fun, Louise."
Louise scoffs at Kirche's remark. She glances toward Tabitha, who is scrunched into the fetal position while massaging herself with sticky fingers, and then to Kirche.
She looks back at me.
Then, Louise leans forward and kisses my lips.
"If you dare enjoy her harlot mouth more than mine, I'll whip you like a dog, Michael," she growls against my mouth, and I feel myself stiffen in response, with both arousal and a hint of unease.
Before I can respond, though, Louise draws my lips to hers again, then slips her tongue between them.
It's an oddly affectionate kiss. A tender one, too.
One that leaves me reeling for more.
"Come now, Louise, don't leave me waiting," Kirche implores gently, giving Louise a cheeky smirk.
Louise looks at Kirche nervously, then back to me, and she takes a deep breath.
"Fine..."
With this, Louise lets go of me. She then sits up and scoots herself across to sit by the right-hand side of my parted legs. Repositioned, she looks to Kirche, who perches to the left and nods.
The redhead smirks.
"Let's give him the full course, Louise," she says, and Louise bites her lip.
Kirche just giggles and leans forward, pressing her lips to my length. Then, she runs her tongue from the base of my shaft to the tip.
A wave of pleasure hits me like a runaway freight train.
Louise then leans in and starts to kiss my neck, then my throat. She takes the lead, running her tongue down my chest, then back up toward my chin.
"Enjoying yourself?" Louise asks softly, and I nod.
My tiny master smiles and then looks at Kirche.
"Alright," she says.
Kirche nods, then leans in, running her tongue over the underside of my tip.
The sensation is so incredible that I cry out and curl my toes.
Louise leans in too and plants a small kiss on my right nipple.
My reaction must be amusing because Kirche giggles and gives my member another long, slow lick.
"He's very sensitive, isn't he?"
"Kirche!" Louise barks, "Don't be so vulgar!"
Kirche just smirks, then leans in and takes my tip between her lips. She sucks and twirls her tongue around the head of it, making me shudder and whine.
Louise's jaw drops, and I can feel her jealousy flare.
"H-Hey...," she mumbles, sounding unsure of how to react.
Kirche just chuckles, then slowly starts to take my length into her mouth, inch by inch.
A small groan escapes me as I do, and I can't help but press my head back into the floor and writhe in pleasure.
Kirche stops about halfway, though, and pulls away, smirking up at me.
"Come on, Louise," she teases, licking my shaft from base to tip.
Louise bites her lip and hesitates. She glances up toward my face, then back to Kirche.
Kirche, in turn, raises an eyebrow.
"What's wrong, Louise? Scared?"
Louise glares at Kirche for a moment, then shakes her head.
"N-No! Of course not, von Zerbst!" she exclaims, puffing her cheeks out in indignation. "You take that back!"
Kirche just grins, and Louise continues to glare at her.
"Just hurry up, Louise," she says. "Your familiar will reach his peak with me if you don't hurry."
Louise puffs her cheeks out even more. She glares at Kirche for a long moment, then lets out a frustrated sigh and leans in, kissing my member.
She then kisses her way up my shaft and licks my tip, making me gasp.
And it's at this moment that every fiber of me screams out. I can't contain myself anymore.
My head starts to spin, and I arch my back and press my head against the carpet, breathing heavily.
Louise continues to kiss my length, then wraps her lips around my head, gently sucking and swirling her tongue around it. With far softer strokes than Kirche, too.
I whine and squirm, and my meat throbs so hard that it nearly hurts.
Then, Kirche leans in and licks my sack as Louise continues to suckle upon my tip.
I start to pant, and my body grows hotter and hotter as my pulse pounds in my ears.
"L-Louise," I whisper. "I-I'm gonna-"
"Shh," Louise murmurs, pausing to place a finger to my lips. "Don't speak. Just enjoy, Michael."
Her words send me reeling, and I shudder and buck my hips.
Tabitha's still pleasuring herself with a pair of fingers. Her face is flushed, and her thighs are soaked. She whimpers and writhes on the floor, but doesn't look away for a moment, watching us with lust-filled eyes.
"I-I'm close," I whisper, and Louise looks to Kirche, who pouts.
"Awww, I do hope it was my efforts that pushed you to the edge," the redhead says, her voice full of playfulness. "I'd be most upset if it were Louise who brought you to your limit."
Louise scowls.
"Von Zerbst!"
Answering wordlessly, Kirche laughs and winks. Then she leans back down and starts to lick my tip again.
"I... I..."
Louise shoots me a glare.
"Don't you dare finish inside her mouth, Michael, understand?"
Panic mingling with mind-blowing pleasure, I only whimper in response.
Kirche releases me from her slobbery grasp with a pop and giggles.
"Choose, Michael, darling, me or Louise?" she purrs, licking her lips.
I blink stupidly, then look to Louise, who gives me a stern look.
"Me," Louise demands, giving Kirche another angry look.
Pushing in between both girls, Tabitha, whose pale skin shimmers with sweat, reaches out and grabs my girth firmly between both of her dainty, sticky hands.
"Me," she whispers in a tiny voice, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving.
And without a word, the bluenette wraps her lips around my shaft.
Stunning both girls silent, she bares down on every inch of me until her lips press to my scrote.
For a moment, it feels like all the air is knocked from my lungs.
Without so much as gagging, the bluenette then pulls back, only to slam her mouth back down onto my shaft a second later.
She repeats this motion, again and again and again, the sheer intensity of which nearly makes my head explode.
Louise gasps, her jaw dropping as she stares at the sight.
"O-Oh my," Kirche hums, biting her lip and watching with awe-filled eyes.
G-Gonna die... If this keeps up, I'll... I'll-
I'm brought to the very edge by the bluenette's sudden and vigorous oral assault. As I stare into her gorgeous blue eyes, an intense wave of love and lust crashes into me from our magical connection.
It's enough to make me scream out.
"I... I can't... I'm gonna..."
Tabitha continues to throat me, bobbing her head up and down.
Up and down. Up and down.
Until I let belt out a yell from the back of my throat and grip the sides of her clammy face.
She doesn't pull away. She doesn't even slow down.
And then I cry out as I feel myself explode within the confines of her mouth.
Burst. After burst. After burst.
Body buckling as my climax hits her like a bus, Tabitha chokes out a garbled whine around my member as her body tenses and a squirt of her essence coats the rug below her.
Eyes rolling back in her head, she releases her hold upon me with a pop, and my shaft smacks against my stomach.
Then, Tabitha slumps forward, breathing heavily.
Two orgasms having torn through me, I'm left panting for breath.
When I come back to my senses, I open my eyes and look down at Tabitha, who's sprawled over my chest in a sweaty, sticky heap.
"Tabitha..." I whisper, and the bluenette smiles.
"T-Thank you," she whispers in her tiny voice, then leans forward and presses her lips to mine.
"Welcome, Blue," I murmur, and she blinks at me with her big, blue eyes.
"Awww, it looks like we both lost, Louise," Kirche sighs.
Louise shoots Kirche a glare.
"To think I let you talk me into indulging such disgraceful acts, Kirche...!"
Kirche just giggles and flicks a strand of red hair from her face.
"Me? I think you'll find you did those things of your own volition perfectly well, Louise."
"Well, yes, but-!"
"I won't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about," Kirche cuts in, and Louise turns red.
Then, getting to her feet and huffing, Louise storms off toward the bedroom door.
"S-Shut up! I'm going to go and relieve myself now, you vixen! Don't disturb me."
Before leaving, the pinkette shoots me a stern look.
"And you'll be sorry for neglecting your mistress, you ungrateful dog!"
With this, Louise slams the bedroom door shut.
"Oh dear, what a bad girl I've been," Kirche murmurs with a smile, then gives me a look of mischief.
My last dregs of energy slipping away, the best I can muster is a tiny, fragile smile.
Then, with an exhausted Tabita lying limp in my arms, I fall against the rug and pass out.
To be continued...
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