Rest assured that you'll be quite happy going forward if you're a Montmorency fan.
I always planned for her to have a part in this wider story beyond being a background character. That said, I'll be expanding her role somewhat compared to the canon source material. Not to mention Guiche, too. He'll be taking quite a different road compared to the established story.
...
Louise and Michael discuss family upon returning from their shopping trip in Lenore.
Their moment of bonding is soon interrupted by a deeply distressed Montmorency, however.
Love Potion
I flop in the chair beside Siesta's makeshift mattress bed and breathe a hefty sigh.
Sitting at the foot of Louise's four-poster bed, Siesta herself is busy folding up the clothes Louise bought today in Lenore for our secret mission.
The atmosphere in the room is calm and serene, the gentle light of the setting sun casting a warm glow over the walls. The sounds of birds singing and the faint rustling of the leaves outside the window fill the air with a sense of peace. The room is neat, with a few personal items scattered about from the three of us living in this space.
"I'm worn out," hums Louise, having since changed out of the commoner clothes and back into her school uniform. "...An early night is so very tempting."
I smile for my mistress and lay back in my chair.
"Do that and you'll be wide awake again come midnight, sweetheart," I reply, all too aware of what she gets like after going to bed exceptionally early. "Best you stay up for a couple more hours yet."
Louise, sitting at the end of her bed and kicking off her shoes, nods.
"...I suppose you're right," she murmurs, a small sigh escaping her lips.
Siesta, in the middle of packing Louise's new commoner clothes away, pipes up. Her voice is filled with warmth, as ever.
"Shall I fetch us some tea, Miss Louise? It might help to ease your weariness."
A hint of a smile tugging at her lips and her eyes glinting graciously, Louise nods in appreciation.
"Yes, please," she replies softly, her words filled with genuine warmth. "Thank you, Siesta."
Siesta, her smile widening, stands. Her footsteps light and graceful, she moves toward the door.
"I'll be right back, both of you," the maid announces with one of her pretty smiles.
I offer the girl a small thumbs up.
"Cool, cool, take your time."
The maid then opens the door and steps out into the hall, closing it behind her with a gentle click.
"Siesta has been a godsend today," Louise muses from her spot on the bed. Folding her arms behind her back, she lays against one of her plush feather pillows with a gentle sigh. "Commoner or no, I'm coming to appreciate her, Michael."
I can't help but smile at that.
"And here you only brought her in for my sake at first," I remind the pinkette with a chuckle. "Looks like you're starting to come around, eh?"
Louise, a soft blush creeping up her cheeks, nods sheepishly.
"It's hard not to, especially when you two are already so close," the pink-haired mage replies, a hint of playfulness in her voice. "Which isn't too bad really, it's like we're family."
At this, my eyes lock with Louise's. I can see the vulnerability in her gaze, the yearning for something deeper, more meaningful than the cold and distant family life she's known. My heart swells with compassion and understanding over her words.
...After all, I know what it's like to lose a parent - the pain of having a family member taken too soon.
Not that I want to dwell on that right now.
Okay, Mikey, just smile and keep things upbeat.
"...Families in Tristain go as far as we have?" I ask with a raised brow and a cheeky tone, smirking widely. "I should bloody well hope they don't."
Louise's blush intensifies and she quickly looks away. Her embarrassment is intense.
However, the the corners of her mouth are turning upwards in a smile.
"Michael..." she utters in a low tone, her voice a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "You're an idiot..."
I laugh at that and stand from the chair. With a few quick steps, I close the distance between us and sit on the edge of the bed. Louise unfolds her arms from behind her head and sits upright. Then she shuffles nearer to me. The sweet waft of her rosewood perfume is comforting.
"Jokes aside, love, you care about your sisters, right?" I ask, placing a hand on her dainty shoulder.
Louise nods, a hint of sadness shining in her eyes.
"I do," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I miss them both a lot."
"It's just your mum then, right?" I follow up, my fingers gently tracing circles on her shoulder. "Who's so... cold?"
Louise, her eyes trembling at the mention of her parent, gives a small dip of her head.
"Mother is a strict woman," she explains, her voice jittering ever-so-slightly. "She expects perfection from us, always. There's no room for failure in her eyes."
"Yeah, I gathered as much. And I suppose the whole betrothal to Wardes doesn't help," I say, my voice low and soothing. "It's okay, Louise, I see where you're coming from."
The mention of her betrothal makes Louise shudder.
She quickly regains control of herself, however, her breathing evening out.
"The betrothal was Mother's choice, actually, not Father's," Louise reminds me gently, her tone weighty with saddness. "...A choice I wish I had some say in, as you know."
The atmosphere in the room becomes the smallest bit tense.
Then, running back what she said just now, I raise a brow. A hint of surprise sparks in my chest, too.
"Wait, wait, hold up," I utter, raising a hand as if to pause our chat. "Your dad wasn't the one who arranged your marriage? Your mum was?"
Looking increasingly downbeat, Louise nods a couple of times.
"That is correct, Mother did it."
I can't help but feel taken aback by this revelation. It's not what I expected to hear.
I mean, in my mind, marriages and betrothals were decided by fathers. Especially in places of this period.
Well, that's how it came across in period dramas Anna and I watched back home, at least.
"Wasn't expecting that, I'll be honest," I admit, my words slow and thoughtful. "I just figured it was something your father would've been responsible for, you know?"
Louise lets out a small sigh.
"Mother isn't the kind of woman to sit idly by," she murmurs, her voice tinged with a hint of unease. "
I nod.
"Sounds it, from what you've told me."
Forcing a thin smile, Louise dips her head in confirmation.
"...She's a force to be reckoned within our family, and even Father yields to her at times." I feel the heaviness in her words in Louise's words as she speaks.
Her mother is clearly a complex and formidable woman: Someone Louise has learned to both fear and respect in equal measure.
"So, putting it simply, your mum's the one wearing the trousers, right?" I quip. Goodness knows, we really need to lighten the mood.
At that, Louise giggles. Her laughter, light and melodic, breaks through the tension that had settled in the room. It's a welcome sound, a reminder that even with serious conversations, there's still room for a little laughing and joking. I can't help but chuckle alongside her for a sec, too.
"Not heard that saying before, I'm guessing?" I tease, my voice carrying a playful tone.
Louise, her eyes twinkling with amusement, shakes her head. Her smile widens and she looks at me with a mixture of warmth and affection.
"Never," she replies, her voice coloured by amusement. "What does it mean, Michael?"
"Well," I start, leaning back on the bed and crossing my legs. "Basically, it means that your mum calls the shots. She's the boss in your family, and even your old man respects that."
Louise's brows furrow slightly as she processes my explanation.
"...I see, I see."
I smile, her confusion pretty clear. I can't help but find it cute, the way she tries to understand expressions and phrases from my world.
"I respect my mother, and I love her, really I do," Louise continues after a while. "I just wish she'd be a little more... affectionate."
"...Woman's a bit lacking on the caring front then, hmm?" I pose with a raised brow.
Louise nods.
"...Yes. She's always somewhat distant, even with Cattleya and Éléonore."
I nod, doing by best to be empathetic. My family life was always quite warm and close-knit.
"Yeah, I get that," I reply gently, trying to show my support. "It must feel hard connecting with someone who keeps a wall up, especially a parent."
With a nod, Louise reaches out and takes my hand. Her touch is soft and warm, a silent gesture of gratitude for my understanding. We share a moment of silence, our fingers intertwined and the air filled with a sense of kindness between us.
"What about your father, Michael, what is he like?" Louise asks, her voice barely a whisper. Her words are cautious, as though she's worried about overstepping a boundary.
I give her a small smile and a nod of encouragement, letting her know it's okay to ask. Her eyes soften, and she relaxes slightly, her grip on my hand tightening.
"My old man, yeah," I begin, a wistful smile playing on my lips. "He's quite the character, that's for sure."
A memory of coming home to visit for the weekend springs into my mind.
"I still remember the time I came home for a weekend; this was after I broke things off with Anna," I continue, a hint of amusement in my tone. "...I pulled up my bike in the driveway and you could hear Van Halen blasting from inside."
Louise's eyes widen in curiosity and she cranks a brow upward.
"Van...Halen?"
I laugh. Girl obviously has no idea what I'm talking about. "Yeah, yeah, it's an old rock band from the eighties. They're one of his favourites. Mine too, actually."
Louise nods, a sign of understanding and acceptance. I focus on the warmth of her hand in mine before continuing, her touch a gentle reminder of the connection we share.
"Anyways, I walked in the house to find him with my Uncle Andrew, the two of them about ten bottles into a case of Corona, doing air guitar to "Why Can't This Be Love," I explain, my laughter echoing through the room. "They were so drunk; they didn't even notice I'd come in until I'd been there for five minutes."
Louise's eyes dance with amusement as she listens to my anecdote, even though I know for a fact she doesn't understand a lot of it. Her smile widens, and she lets out a soft chuckle, her voice filled with warmth and affection.
Leaning my head against Louise's, I can't help but smile. Her presence beside me is a source of comfort and strength, a reminder of the love we share.
And still, I can't fight the urge to tease her a bit.
"...You didn't get much of what I just said, did you?" I ask, a playful smirk on my lips.
Louise, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and affection, cracks a cheeky little smile - confirmation.
"Maybe not," she admits, her voice a low. "But I love hearing you so happy, Michael," she adds, her confession a gentle caressof sorts.
One I can't help chuckling at that, either.
"Thanks, Princess," I say, a hint of warmth in my tone. "That means a lot."
The two of us fall silent for a moment, basking in the warmth and comfort of each other's presence.
As the sun dips lower in the sky, painting the world outside a calming orange, Louise's hand finds mine once more. Our fingers intertwine, and the gesture fills me with warmth.
"This "Corona" is some sort of wine, I take it?" she wonders, her voice gentle and curious.
I let out a small laugh, shaking my head.
"It's a larger, actually, like a beer," I correct her gently. "It's popular back home."
Louise nods, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. She leans forward, her eyes meeting mine. The atmosphere in the room changes, becoming more intimate and charged. I can feel the heat radiating off her as she leans closer, her breath tickling my skin.
Smirking and knowing full well what the girl's after, I cup her cheek.
"Easy, girl, Siesta probably won't be gone too long," I tease. "We can't go too far."
Louise, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining, rewards me a coy smile.
"...Does her seeing us make a difference, hmm?" she whispers, her breath warm on my neck.
I let out a low hum, her words sending a shiver of desire down my spine.
"Nah, I guess it doesn't, does it?" I murmur back, my voice low and husky.
Louise, her lips curling into a playful grin, leans in closer, her body pressing against mine.
"...I have a confession to make, Michael," she whispers, her voice filled with a mix of mischief and desire. "Earlier today, when Siesta helped me change clothes... I felt enamoured with her."
I raise a brow at that, her words both surprising and exciting me. My heart skips a beat, a rush of desire coursing through my veins. I can feel the warmth of her breath on my cheek, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Her words hang in the air, an invitation to respond.
"...You really are coming around to her then, in more ways than one..." I murmur, my words laced with a hint of teasing. "When'd that happen, I wonder...?"
Louise, her cheeks flushed and her eyes locked on mine, lets out a soft giggle.
"Ever since the three of us pleasured each other that night after I took her in," she confesses, her voice filled with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "And, when I felt her hands roam over me, helping me change today, I could hardly control myself..."
At this, I feel my desire for her grow stronger. I lean in closer, our lips almost touching.
"That's two commoners you're lusting after now, sweetheart," I purr, my hand moving to cup her cheek. "That's pretty risky noble, pretty risky indeed..."
Louise, her eyes twinkling with amusement and desire, giggles softly.
"Yes, very, how sinful I am," she whispers, her breath warm against my skin.
We lean in, our lips inches from touching.
Only for our moment to be shattered by a loud hammering at the door.
"Louise, Michael are either of you in there? I need your assistance," pleads Montmorency from the hall, her voice filled with a desperate urgency.
The moment between us is broken. We pull apart, Louise letting out a huff of frustration and rolling her eyes.
I, on the other hand, can't help but chuckle at the interruption.
"We never catch a break, do we?" I laugh, shaking my head.
Louise, her face set in a mask of annoyance, mutters a curse under her breath. She stands from the bed and makes her way to the door, her movements filled with an air of impatience.
Just short of opening the door, though, she takes a deep breath to calm herself. I hop up from the bed to join the pinkette and she pulls it open.
"Montmorency, is something the matter?" she queries, her voice a mixture of annoyance and concern.
Montmorency, her freckled cheeks stained with tears and her eyes burning with anger, rushes in. The blonde-haired mage looks flustered, her usually perfectly coiffed hair sticking out in odd angles.
Louise's expression softens and she reaches out to comfort her friend.
"What has Guiche done this time?"
Montmorency, her eyes full of anger and sadness exhales deeply. She then brings out a crumpled note from her cloak's inner pocket and unfolds it before our eyes.
"He expects me to meet him in the courtyard for wine of all things!" she exclaims, her voice trembling with the sort of fury fitting a woman who's done. "I-I simply cannot believe the nerve of the man, Louise, I cannot...!"
Irritation swells inside of me.
"All of the times you've told him no, he still isn't getting the hint?" I ask with a groan and a scathing roll of my eyes. "Is he really that thick?"
Scowling, Louise nods.
"Unfortunately, yes," she grumbles.
"...I am at my wit's end," Montmorency declares, her voice strained. Her eyes, shimmering with waiting tears, are painful to look at.
Louise's expression softens and she reaches out to place a comforting hand on Montmorency's shoulder.
"I'll tell him where he can stick his wine, the fool..." Louise growls.
"No, no, let me handle this, Louise," I insist, Siesta stepping up behind Montmorency. Carrying a tray with tea and cups in hand, she looks plenty confused by what she's just walked into.
"What do you intend to do, Michael?" Louise asks as Siesta, Montmorency stepping aside for a second so she can enter, slips past me.
I glance back to see the maid setting the table for tea with a worried look.
"...I'm thinking I'll go along with Montmorency, to see how far Guiche is willing to push the envelope," I reply with a glint of determination in my eye, turning back and facing Louise. "That way, if he starts unloading his usual playboy routine, I'll step out and spoil his party."
I glance over to Montmorency, who smiles softly at our eye contact.
"If that's alright with you, of course?"
Montmorency nods. A faint blush colours her cheeks.
"I would be grateful for the assistance, Michael," the young lady utters. "...I simply cannot take his advances any longer."
Louise, concern and a hint of jealousy across her face, taps my shoulder. I look her way.
"You won't take it too far, will you?" the pinkette poses, her voice tinged with worry.
I smile at that. To reassure her. Then I bow my head Tristanian-style.
"Not a chance, I promise."
Louise, her eyes sparkling with relief, nods.
"Then you can do as you please."
"Cheers, love. For trusting me." I give her a grateful smile and then turn to Montmorency.
"Alright then. First things first, some tea," I say, stepping back from the door to allow Montmorency in. "Then we'll get to work on your little problem."
The blonde-haired girl, her eyes shining with gratitude, thanks me with a small nod.
"I appreciate it, Michael," she says with a smile while stepping past me and entering.
As I close the door behind her, I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and determination.
...
I wait in the shadows a short way from Guiche's meeting point: A small table with a bottle of wine and two glasses. It is illuminated by the light of a single candle.
I watch from a short distance, my heart racing with anticipation. Montmorency, now wearing a short black cocktail dress to fit in with our little scheme, waits at the table with a nervous smile on her face.
From where I stand, I can see Guiche's approach, his steps slow and deliberate. He's wearing a black suit, which makes him look both dashing and dangerous. His blond hair is slicked back, and his green eyes glitter in the dim light of the courtyard.
As he gets closer, I can't help but feel a pang of unease.
"Ah, my darling Montmorency, you came," Guiche calls out, his voice silky smooth and dripping with charm.
Montmorency, her hands clasped together, bows politely.
"Hello, Guiche."
As Guiche approaches, his eyes never leave Montmorency's face. He reaches out to take her hand, but she quickly moves it out of his reach. His smile falters for a moment but he recovers quickly and winks in his usual playboy fashion.
"My darling, must you act so coldly toward me?" he questions, his voice low and seductive. "We have a history together, do we not? Let us forget the past and make ammends."
Montmorency, her face flushed with embarrassment, shakes her head.
"No, Guiche, I cannot," she says, her voice trembling with emotion. "You have broken my heart too many times for me to forgive you. And so, I agreed to this meeting so I might spell my feelings out for you one final time."
Guiche, floundering now, reaches for the two filled glasses of wine on the table. Montmorency, however, places her hand over them and shakes her head.
"No, I will not share in wine with you. Not now, nor ever again."
Guiche, his face falling, steps back.
"...Is that really how you feel, Monmon?" he asks, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness.
Montmorency, her face a mixture of hurt and anger, gives him a cold stare.
"I do," she says, taking the glasses from him and glancing toward the shadows. "There is, however, somebody I will gladly share wine with other than yourself."
At this, I step out from the darkness, my heart pounding in my chest.
Guiche, his eyes narrowing with absolute rage, clenches his fists.
"What is the meaning of this?" he growls, his voice a low and dangerous rumble.
Montmorency, her eyes shining with determination, takes a step closer to me.
"The lady's not interested, Guiche," I reply, my voice firm and resolute. "She's made that pretty clear."
Guiche, his eyes flashing with a mix of hurt and anger, glares at me.
"How dare you?" he spits, his voice seething with anger. "You have no right to interfere with our affairs!"
Montmorency, her voice filled with resolve, steps forward and offers one of the wine glasses to me. Then, with her free hand, she reaches out and takes mine.
"Actually, he does," she says, her voice unwavering. "I invited him here."
At that, I take the offered glass. Then, with a flourish, I lift it into the air.
"Cheers, Guiche, to your loss," I quip.
Montmorency, a faint smile on her lips, clinks her glass with mine in a showing of unity.
Guiche, his face a mask of fury and humiliation, stares at us for a long moment.
Then, almost out of nowhere, his expression twists with a weird, almost unsettling glee.
"...I see. Well, in that case, I will take my leave," he declares, his voice laced with a sense of false cheer. "Enjoy your wine, my darling, and what follows..."
With that, Guiche turns and strides away, his steps quick and purposeful.
Montmorency, her hand still gripping mine, watches him go with a mixture of relief and confusion. I, feeling like I'm missing something here, watch as he walks away.
"...Did he just... Did he actually back off?" I question, disbelieving my own words. "Just like that?"
Montmorency, her brow furrowed in confusion, gives a slight nod.
"I... I suppose so, yes."
We stand there for a moment, the air heavy with confusion and tension. The gentle breeze rustles through the nearby trees, the only sound in the now silent courtyard.
"Well, then I guess that's it, problem solved?" I muse aloud.
"...Until he tries again," Montmorency murmurs.
Wanting to lighten the mood, I crack a smile and clank our glasses together.
"Hey, let's not think about that, hmm?" I suggest. "Let's just enjoy the moment."
Montmorency, a small smile tugging at her lips, nods in agreement. We raise our glasses and toast our victory, the sound of the clinking crystal echoing through the courtyard.
As we drink the wine, Montmorency's eyes lock with mine. I can see the gratitude and appreciation in her gaze, but there's also something more. Something... deeper.
She takes a step closer, her hand still intertwined with mine. The scent of her perfume wafts through the air, a mix of sweet vanilla and something uniquely Montmorency.
It's here that I notice her eyes, usually so blue, have taken on a pink colour.
No, it's more than that, they've twisted into the shape of hearts.
"Michael, my dear, I want to thank you," Montmorency whispers, her voice a seductive purr that sends a shiver down my spine. "For all you have done..."
A faint pinkish aura swelling from her body, Montmorency leans in close to me. The distance between us shrinks, and her warm breath tickles my cheek. She places her hand on my chest, and I can feel the heat of her touch seep through my clothes.
I, feeling a sudden rush of desire, pull her closer, our lips a mere inch apart. I can hear her breathing quicken, her chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm.
As I lean in to kiss her, her lips meet mine with a hunger that surprises even me. Her tongue dances with mine, the taste of her sweet and intoxicating. The kiss deepens, our bodies pressing against each other, the heat of her skin burning through my clothes.
Here, a heat like no other floods me like no other. It's like it's passing from Montmorency into me, and from me into her. It's intense and all-encompassing, like nothing I've ever felt before.
Montmorency, her eyes still glowing, pulls back from the kiss, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.
My eyes flit from the girl to the empty glass in her hand for just a second.
Glowy pink residue sits at the bottom.
The wine.
Guiche.
"Son of a-"
Montmorency, her hands running down my body, presses her lips to mine once again. The kiss, more passionate and intense than before, leaves me breathless and yearning for more. My hands, moving with a mind of their own, explore the soft curves of her body, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
I-I shouldn't- I really shouldn't-
No, deep down, I want her. I do.
Sure, I don't know her as well as any of the other girls, but Montmorency is gorgeous.
I want to get to know her better, I want to get closer to her. I have since the night she invited me into her room a good few weeks ago.
And, most importantly, I want her to feel cared for in light of all Guiche puts her through.
"Michael, love, kiss me again," the girl pleads, her voice small but laced with heat.
I can feel the heat building in my groin, a desperate need to be with her coursing through my veins. As we kiss, Montmorency's hand trails down my chest, her fingers tracing over my stomach.
Her mouth, a string of saliva stretching between our lips, breaks away from mine and finds its place on my neck, where she nibbles and sucks. Her teeth graze over my sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure through my body.
As her lips travel downward, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"Oh shit, Monti, baby," I moan, the heat of her breath and the wetness of her lips driving me wild.
She smiles against my skin, clearly pleased by my reaction.
"Take me back to my room, Michael," she whispers, her voice low and sultry. "I want you..."
The thought of being with her, of feeling her body against mine, sets my heart racing.
"Sure thing, love, let's go..."
...
The halls of the Academy are quiet and deserted, the only sound being the gentle thud of our footsteps on the stone floor.
Montmorency's hand is warm and soft in mine as we walk, the anticipation building with every step.
My heart pounds in my chest and my breath quickens as we round the spiral staircase leading to the student dorms.
As we reach the top, the searing, almost unnatural eagerness and heat in me becomes nearly too much to handle.
"Ah, there you both are, finally," calls Louise from the top of the stairs, a small smile on her face. "I was starting to get worri-"
She stops in her tracks, her eyes landing on our intertwined fingers and the pink, almost glowing aura that seems to emanate from mine and Montmorency bodies.
"Y-you're both-" she sputters, her eyes widening in surprise and shock.
Louise doesn't even have time to finish her sentence before I'm on her. I grab her and pull her close, our lips colliding in a passionate kiss that steals her breath away. She stiffens in surprise for a moment, but then her arms wrap around me and she kisses me back, her body pressed against mine.
I can feel her heartbeat racing as our tongues dance together, and the taste of her is sweet and intoxicating. My hands roam over her body, exploring every curve and dip, and she lets out a small moan of pleasure as my fingers brush over her skin.
When I finally pull away, the pink aura in my eyes reflects in hers too. They're shining with heat and lust, just like mine. She looks at me, her eyes locked on mine, and I can see the desire burning within her. She wants this just as much as I do.
"Join us in Montmorency's room, Princess?" I offer, my voice husky with need. "...It'll be a good time."
Louise, her face flushed and her breathing heavy, nods eagerly.
"I've no reason to resist, do I?" she murmurs, a sultry smirk on her lips.
I chuckle.
"None at all."
Taking Louise's hand in my other one, the three of us walk to Montmorency's room. I open the door and the scent of Montmorency's vanilla perfume sits me as I do.
I enter first and Montmorency follows, then Louise steps inside.
Here, snatching Louise into her embrace, Montmorency kisses the pinkette. Louise's hands tangle in Montmorency's long, flowing hair as the two girls' tongues meet in a heated embrace. The sight of their passion ignites a fire within me, and I feel the heat in my groin grow even more intense.
"Oh God, that was so hot," I murmur, my tone laced with desire.
Louise and Montmorency pull away from each other, their eyes locked on mine. They both have the same glint in their eye, an intense lust that mirrors my own.
Montmorency, shutting the door behind us, begins to slowly unbutton her dress. She lets the fabric fall to the ground, revealing her perfect figure to me - an invitation.
Louise, following her lead, raises her frilly pink nightgown from her body.
I can't help but marvel at their delicious bodies. The way their bodies move in sync, their teenage curves perfectly complementing each other, are sights to behold.
As their clothes fall away, the heat in the room seems to intensify.
I'm too hot, so hot I'm burning. It's almost too-
My eyes shift downward to my crotch.
The bulge confined hidden within my uniform trousers is so hard that it hurts.
Both girls, as if sensing my distress, step closer.
Montmorency's delicate hands find the buckle of my belt and begin to work, her nimble fingers making quick work of the leather. My pants fall to the floor, and my erection springs free. It stands tall and proud before their eyes.
Louise's hand wraps around my meat, her touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I gasp as she begins to stroke me, her movements slow and teasing.
"Now, now, Montmorency, I'm his mistress," Louise purrs, a playful glint in her eye. "I should get to go first, shouldn't I?"
Montmorency, smiling shyly, nods in agreement.
"Of course, Louise, you should go first," she concedes, her voice dripping with sensuality. "But, while you do that..." The blonde brings fingers to the buttons of my shirt and slowly begins to undo them one at a time.
Louise's grip on my throbbing shaft tightens all the while and I can't help but let out a groan of pleasure.
Montmorency, a seductive gleam in her eye, takes my face in her hands and pulls me close, her lips pressing against mine in a passionate kiss. Her tongue dances with mine, and I can taste the sweetness of her mouth as our lips move together. As we kiss, her hands trail down my body, her fingers brushing over my chest and stomach, sending shivers of pleasure through me.
Louise, not wanting to be left out, drops to her knees and wraps her mouth around the tip of my meat, her tongue flicking over the head. The satisfaction, achingly hot and intense, rewards the girl with a trickle of precum.
She giggles, her voice thick with desire.
"Mm, you're enjoying this aren't you, you dirty dog?"
"Absolutely, you're both fantastic," I moan, my voice trembling as my lips part from Monti's with a wet smack.
Louise, spurred on by my words, begins to take more of my length into her mouth. Her lips stretch around me, and I can feel the warmth of her throat as she takes me deeper and deeper.
"Ohhhh fuck, L-Louise..."
Louise's cheeks hollow as she begins to suck me, her head bobbing up and down on my length. Her tongue swirls around me, teasing and tickling my sensitive flesh. I can feel the pressure building inside me, aching for release.
Montmorency slips off my shirt and her hands find their way to my chest, her fingers brushing over my nipples. The sensation is electric, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through me.
I can't take it anymore. The pressure is too much, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge. Louise's mouth is warm and inviting, and Montmorency's touch is driving me wild.
Anymore of this and I'll burst.
No, No.
...T-This can't end yet. It can't!
Despite every shred of me screaming for release, I want to continue. Long into the night, with both of these girls. I want to explore their bodies with my own, I want to feel the heat of their skin against mine. I want to hear the sounds of their pleasure and feel the weight of their bodies against me.
And so, pleasure guiding me, I pull my hips back, my weapon slipping from Louise's mouth with a wet pop. She looks up at me, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Don't get greedy, Louise," I scold playfully, a small smirk playing on my lips.
Louise, her eyes sparkling with heat, rises to her feet. She presses her body against mine, and I can feel the warmth of her skin against me.
"Why not?" she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "You're mine, Michael."
Montmorency, her hands still roaming over my body, leans in close to Louise's ear.
"...Sharing is a sign of good breeding, Louise," she murmurs, a mischievous grin on her lips.
Louise, a faint blush colouring her cheeks, steps aside to make room for Montmorency.
Before the dainty blonde can claim me, however, I look between her and Louise a couple of times. My gaze settles on Louise after a couple of moments, and, the urge to confess my deepest desires too much, I speak.
"I like her, Louise, but I held back for us," I admit quietly, my eyes flitting to Montmorency and back to my mistress in a heartbeat. "...I want to get to know Monti better, as a friend... and a little more."
Louise, taking in my words, looks shy for the smallest of moments.
"...I understand, I know what you mean," she murmurs, her eyes softening with affection. "I don't mind, either. Just as long as you'll always love me."
Montmorency, a smile tugging at her lips, slinks around me. She then wraps her arms around me from behind. Her small breasts, nipples rock-hard, press into my back and make me shudder.
"When we kissed, here in my room that night..." she begins, her voice low and seductive. "You truly, genuinely enjoyed it?"
"Yes," I breathe, the heat of her touch beyond amazing. "I did."
Whining with delight, the aloof noble presses her lips to the nape of my neck and squeezes me affectionately.
"You have no idea how happy that makes me, Michael..." the girl whispers. "...Thank you."
As the words pass Montmorency's lips, Louise, her gaze soft and full of love, takes my cheeks in her hands and smiles tenderly.
"...Montmorency cares about you too, Michael," the pinkette reveals, touching her nose to mine, "she told me as such while you were hospitalized by Fouquet."
"And I was happy to step aside for Louise, too," Montmorency admits, a warm smile on her lips as her hands trail down my chest to my stomach. "...A noblewoman doesn't steal another's love, after all."
The words, so full of affection and warmth, have me feeling so cared for and wanted.
Louise, a playful grin on her face, presses her lips to mine, her tongue darting into my mouth and teasing mine. I kiss her back, our tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace.
As we kiss, Montmorency's hands trail lower, her fingers brushing over the tip of my manhood.
"But, providing you treat me with the respect befitting a lady of my station," Montmorency murmurs, her voice a sultry purr, "and Louise is fine with it, I will gladly settle for sharing your affection, Michael."
Louise, her lips leaving mine with a wet pop, presses her forehead to mine and smiles.
"After all, Kirche was kind enough to indulge me in what transpired at Halfway House," Montmorency reveals, her eyes shining with an odd combo of mischief and affection.
My heart kicks hard in my chest and Louise's eyes glint with subtle panic.
"W-What? She told you?" she stammers, her cheeks surging the deepest red I've ever seen.
"That you shared your familiar with her and Tabitha, yes," the blonde noble confirms, her hands cupping my balls. "...And, while I'll admit to initially feeling disgusted, a part of me, as base and vulgar as it might seem, felt somewhat lonely as I mulled over the tale. Even the smallest hint dejected."
Montmorency, her grip tightening on my package, presses her chin to my shoulder.
"...And so, providing I'm not just a tryst, Michael," the blonde noble murmurs, her words laced with a hint of vulnerability, "I'd be happy to get to know you better, as you put it."
Louise, her jaw hanging open, gapes at Montmorency for a moment.
Then, her surprise fading, the pinkette's expression becomes serious.
"...Montmorency, I never expected-"
"That a lady of such manners and standing would desire such a thing?" Montmorency poses, her clammy palms working my jewels in a way that pushes a soft moan from my throat. "...No, I imagine you didn't. But, even a woman of high breeding and status can have her carnal desires, can she not?"
Louise, her eyes shining with something akin to understanding, nods.
Montmorency's hands leave my balls, then, and settle on my shaft.
D-Dammit, the way she's playing with me... It's fucking torture!
...The most amazing, wonderful, pleasurable torture.
M-My mind's like soup. I can hardly keep up with the serious chat these two are having like this...!
Louise, her cheeks flushed and her eyes the slightest bit narrowed out of consideration, shakes her head and looks down at her petite feet.
"I-I don't suppose it is, no," she admits, her voice soft. "I just- Well-"
Montmorency's lips press to my ear, and she gives my meat a firm squeeze. Her fingers tease the underside of my shaft, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.
"I understand your conflict, Louise," Montmorency admits, a small sigh escaping her lips. "But, please understand, my desire for Michael isn't simple as lust, you know as much."
My innermost feelings, swelling as if guided by magical encouragement, begin to spill free.
"I... I'd gladly take you on dates, become your friend proper, that kinda thing," I choke, a desperate whine escaping my lips. "Hell, I know it's what you want."
Louise, her small body trembling with emotions thick and fast, looks at me. She's shy all of a sudden, nervous, as though she wants to say something but can't muster the will.
"Go on, Louise," Montmorency goads, her fingers giving my shaft another squeeze.
Louise, her lips trembling and her eyes flitting away, gives a slight shake of her head. Montmorency, her expression one of concern, steps back from me. Then, with her hands on her shoulders, the blonde noble gives her friend an affectionate shake.
"Please, Louise, it's alright," she whispers, her eyes shining with a warmth and kindness that surprises me. "...I won't judge anything-"
Before Montmorency can finish, though, Louise cups the girl's cheeks and presses their lips together. The kiss is passionate and full of longing.
Montmorency's eyes widen with surprise but she quickly melts into the kiss, her lips parting slightly to allow Louise's tongue to enter.
As the kiss deepens, Louise's hands trail down Montmorency's body, her fingers brushing over the girl's soft skin.
Montmorency's hands, trembling with an almost tangible need, find their way to Louise's tiny breasts. The blonde's fingers, nimble and delicate, begin to knead and squeeze the small mounds of flesh, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Louise's lips.
A moan so primal and desperate that it makes every inch of me scream out.
Louise, her eyes closed and her breath ragged, pulls away from the kiss and presses her forehead to Montmorency's.
"I-I want to watch you both..." she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I want to see how much you desire him, and how much he desires you. I-I want you to prove it to me as his mistress."
"A-And the kiss?" Montmorency, looking the slightest bit stunned in the aftermath, utters in a breath.
"...Y-You're my friend, Montmorency, a-and I'll admit to finding you very pretty," the petite pinkette replies with a small blush. "I-If I'm to accept your feelings for Michael, I want us to be close, too."
The blonde, a wry smile on her lips, leans in close and plants another quick kiss on Louise's mouth.
"You're so adorable, Louise," Montmorency teases. Her voice playful and just a little naughty.
Louise, her face the deepest shade of red, pushes Montmorency's face away from her own with her index and middle fingers.
"G-Go! Prove your love, before I change my mind...!"
With a coy wink and a gentle giggle, Montmorency turns to me, her eyes filled with desire. She takes my hand and leads me to her bed, her hips swaying seductively with each step.
My eyes, fixed on the swaying over her freckle-dusted butt, watch as she gently pushes me onto the bed. She climbs on top of me, her slender frame straddling my hips.
"Do you promise to court me respectfully, Michael, and show me kindness befitting a noblewoman?"
At her question, so artsy aloof, I can only smirk.
"...Was already trying my best on the respect front, Monti," I reply with a small chuckle.
Montmorency's smile grows a little and her eyes soften with affection.
"And the courting?"
"...I'm no noble, but I'll look after you, of course," I respond, my voice a gentle and caring despite my being so turned on.
Montmorency, her heart seeming to skip at my response, beams at me.
"...I shall hold you to that, Mister DeSilva," she giggles.
Louise, clearly not wanting to be left out, sits at the edge of the bed. The mattress springs sink softly as she does.
"You'd better, Michael," the pinkette warns, a playful smirk on her lips. "Or I'll make sure you regret it."
I smile. It's one of those dopey ones, but it's the best I can manage.
"...I'll take good care of you both, you can count on it."
Montmorency, a warm smile on her lips, reaches down and takes my hand in hers. She guides it to her chest, pressing my palm against her small breasts.
Her nipples are hard, almost like bullets. Her heart racing beneath my hand, her skin hot and flushed.
The blondde's eyes lock on mine and, for a moment, the world seems to slow.
There's nothing else but us, nothing else but the heat of our bodies and the desire coursing through us.
She leans in close, her lips brushing against my ear.
"Then, as a token of my affection, allow me to satisfy you," she whispers, her breath tickling my skin.
Before I can so much as answer, Monti presses her hips to mine with a playful wiggle. Her thick and fuzzy blonde bush rubs against the underside of my shaft.
"O-Oh shit..."
Montmorency, a sly smile on her lips, leans in close and kisses me. Her lips are soft and sweet, and her salty-sweet taste is just great.
I kiss her back, our tongues knotting.
As we kiss, Monti's hand finds its way between us, her fingers wrapping around my shaft. She guides me to her entrance, the heat of her body almost mind-blowing.
"A-All the way...?!" Louise squeaks beside us, nervousness thick in her voice.
Montmorency, her eyes locked on mine, hums.
"...We shall see where things go."
Wiggling her hips again, Monti rubs her slick opening against my precum-soaked tip, teasing and tempting me with her heat.
Up... and down.
Up... and down.
Slowly and vigorously, so I feel every agonizingly delightful second.
And as she does, what little restraint I have left fizzles out.
"O-Oh God," I snarl with intensity. "Okay, that's it..."
Montmorency, humming with allure, positions my tip against her sticky, soaking-wet slit.
"...Take me, Michael," she half-pleads, half-commands. "...Do not hold back."
"...With pleasure," I halfway growl, biting down on the corner of my lip.
As I'm ready to push into Montmorency, Louise's hand falls on my arm.
"Wait, Michael, stop!"
Her voice, so frantic and urgent, breaks the trance of passion that has enveloped me.
Hell, the three of us, most likely.
I pause with a pleasurable shiver and my eyes shift downwards.
My tip is pressed against Montmorency's entrance. The heat from her body is intense and I can feel her slick wetness dripping onto me. I look up at her.
Her eyes are no longer twisted into the shape of love hearts. They're wide and glint with the faintest unease.
It's here - our shared senses having returned but our urges not entirely faded - that silence falls.
A long and nervous silence that drags on.
And on. And on... Until I finally clear my throat to speak.
"...Monti, there was residue in the bottom of the wine glass, the one Guiche gave you," I inform the girl, my voice small and careful. "It was glowing pink..."
Louise scowls bitterly at this news and lets out a low growl.
"Pink, you say...?!"
Monti's expression shifts into a deep scowl also.
"...That bastard!" she snaps. "Love potions are brewed red and settle pink...!"
I try to speak but Montmorency doesn't allow me to. Instead, she grabs me tight by the shoulders and pulls me into a kiss. Her body quakes and tears stream down her eyes as she does so.
Her feelings, so intense and yet so heartbreaking, are all too easy to understand.
"I'm so sorry," she whimpers upon parting her lips from mine with a tiny, wet smack. "I'm so, so, so sorry..."
I pull the blonde close to my chest and hold her protectively, but not before carefully adjusting our sitting position so I'm no longer poised to enter her. Montmorency's tears run free and soak my neck. Her cries, so pained and desperate, are almost too much to bear.
I know these feelings.
They're ones of helplessness, of feeling as though you've lost all control.
The feelings I grappled with when I found out Anna had cheated.
"Monti-"
She shakes her head.
I glance at Louise, her anger having cooled to something downbeat and apologetic.
Silence falls over the room again: This time it's thick and painful as the three of us process how far things almost went.
This silence lasts for a good long while as we three sit naked bed.
Then, once the tension we share is almost too much to bare, Montmorency lets out a gentle sniffle and shakes her head. She then climbs off of me and steps back from the bed. Her movements are graceful and measured despite the tears still clinging to her cheeks.
"Montmorency...?" Louise chimes, her voice soft and uncertain.
The freckled noblewoman, forcing a weak smile, turns to face us both. A dainty hand pressing to the core of her chest, the blonde dips of her head for us slightly, her guests.
"...Despite how far the potion pushed me, the feelings I confessed to were mine at heart," the noble girl admits, her voice small but strong. "And, while I feel dreadfully ashamed for losing control as I did, I will not shy away from them."
My stomach practically swimming with pride at Monti's bravery, I rise to my feet and take her into my arms. As I embrace her, her warmth and scent wash over me The young lady clings tightly to me as if I'm her protector in this dark moment.
I lean in close, our foreheads touching.
"Me too, Monti, me too," I reveal, looking my mistress' way with a small, hopeful smile. "None of this was faked as far as I'm concerned... even if I spiralled."
"How about you, Louise?" I ask.
Louise, her cheeks flushing red, turns away away. She's shy and embarrassed, but there's also something more in her expression.
It's a glimmer of hope. A flicker of possibility. Something small and warm amidst her swirling feelings.
She looks at Montmorency and me after a few seconds more then bows her head deeply. She then raises it again and gives a thumbs up, a gesture she likely picked up from me.
"...What I said about wanting to be closer to you, Montmorency, it was heartfelt," the pinkette confesses, her voice small. "...And I won't deny enjoying our kisses, either."
Monti's expression, so full of fear and anxiety while awaiting a verdict, melts into a relieved smile.
"I-I'm glad," the blonde utters, her relief almost tangible.
Louise, her expression softening, steps forward and takes Montmorency's hand.
"Montmorency, you're my friend, and I care for you," she admits, her voice filled with sincerity.
Montmorency's eyes shine with affection and she nods in return.
"Thank you, Louise," Monti whispers, her words barely audible. "You and Michael are truly sublime."
She looks my way then, a coy smile on her lips.
"That said, the two of you may stay here tonight if you so wish. to avoid suspicion on account of it being so late," Monti offers, her voice a soft coo.
I look at the bedroom window. True to the noblewoman's words, the world's two moons are high in the sky and the night has long since settled in.
"...If it's no trouble."
Montmorency shakes her head.
"It's not," she insists, her smile growing a little. "And that besides, I would prefer the comfort of company after all that has happened tonight. I do not wish to be alone."
Louise, her eyes shining with warmth, nods.
"Neither do I," she agrees, her voice almost a whisper.
Monti's smile widens into a relieved beam and her eyes glisten with affection.
"Then it's decided," the blonde chirps, "you both may stay."
With that, the three of us climb into the bed. I'm in the centre, with Montmorency to my left and Louise to my right.
The bed is large enough for the three of us and the warmth of their bodies against mine is soothing.
We lay there, our breaths slowly becoming in sync as we drift off to sleep. I can feel the rise and fall of their chests and the softness of their skin through our closeness right now.
As we doze, the moonlight filters through the window and casts a silvery glow on the room.
I'm safe, and so are Montmorency and Louise.
Plus, given how close I came to taking poor Monti's virginity, I should be thankful-
"Michael..." Montmorency, her voice so low and quiet, whispers beside me in the dark of her bedroom. "...Are you still awake?"
I nod for the well-spoken blonde.
"Yeah, I am, Monti," I reply, my voice a murmur. "Something wrong?"
Montmorency's hand finds my chest in the gloom.
"I-I was wondering..." she begins, her voice shaking with emotion. "Could you... hold me for a bit...? I'm scared..."
My heart aches as I hear the fear and vulnerability in Montmorency's voice.
Without saying a word, I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. I feel her relax in my embrace. Her heart beats fast and her breathing shaky.
"It's alright, sweetheart, I've got you," I assure her with a whisper, stroking her hair.
Montmorency clings to me, her body trembling. I feel her tears soaking into my chest and I can't help but feel a deep sense of protectiveness towards her.
"Guiche..." Montmorency chokes, her voice breaking with emotion. "I'll never, ever forgive him..."
I pull her body tight to mine. I want to comfort her, to take away her pain and fear.
...But, at the same time, I know that some things cannot be fixed with just words and hugs.
What Guiche did, what he made us do, was fucked up beyond words.
"I know," I say softly, my voice barely audible. "I know..."
I feel Louise stir on the other side of me and reach over. Her small hand finds mine and squeezes it tight. We lay there in the dark, the three of us, our hearts heavy.
After a long while, Montmorency's breathing slows and she relaxes.
"Thank you..." she whispers, her voice barely audible.
I hold her close, not wanting to let go.
"You're welcome," I murmur, bringing my fingers through her fancy curls.
Louise, her grip on my hand loosening and her breathing slowing, dozes off against me.
And so, Monti and I, alone in the dark, share a quiet moment of peace.
"You're a good man, Michael," Monti whispers, her breath warm against my chest.
I chuckle.
"That's kind of you to say, Monti, but-"
Monti shakes her head.
"N-No," she whispers, a tremble in her tone. "I mean it..."
Her lips find my chest, and she presses a soft, delicate kiss to my flesh.
"You're so strong, and so brave... and I... I-I..."
Her voice trails off into silence, and her body tenses. I can hear the fear and uncertainty in her voice, and it hurts me to hear her in pain.
"Monti-"
"I love you," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I-I can't explain it, and I'm aware that we hardly know each other, but-"
I kiss her forehead, the only place that I can think of, and she continues.
"You have supported me no end of times, Mister DeSliva," Monti explains, her voice trembling with emotion. Here, one of her dainty hands cups my cheek and she cracks a fragile smile."And, comforting me at my very lowest as you are, I deem worthy of all of the love can possibly give," the girl concludes, her voice coloured with feeling.
So much feeling I'm speechless. I don't know what to say, and I'm not sure if I should say anything at all.
I don't want to make things any worse for Montmorency, but I don't want her to feel like her confession doesn't matter to me.
"Montmorency..." I begin, my voice is small and uncertain.
"Please do not think you need to respond in kind," Monti whispers, her tone soft and sad. "I-I understand that you love Louise and-"
I kiss her forehead again.
"I do love her, yeah, but I won't lie and make out I'm not interested in you," I admit, my words sincere and honest.
Best I keep on and be totally sincere with her. There's no sense holding back, not after all we've been through tonight.
"And, if there's one thing I can promise, it's that I'll treat you better than Guiche ever did," I utter, a quiet but meaningful pledge."
Monti, her voice breaking with emotion, begins to cry. Her body trembles in my arms her tears falling onto my skin.
I hold her tighter, so tight that her clammy skin sticks to mine. Then I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek. I want her to feel safe, to know that she's not alone.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible.
"Anytime, love, anytime."
As I lay there, holding Monti close, I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.
A desire to fight back. And a desire to settle the score with Guiche, too.
I'm not going to do that, though, oh no.
Instead, I'm going to make sure this girl in my arms is the happiest in the whole academy.
To be continued...
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