Chapter 19: Chapter 19
Once we got back to Roa, I summoned up what we needed to show for proof of the completed mission, along with the furs (other than the bear, which was going to become a bearskin rug) and we collected our pay, to astonished looks and whispers from the guild workers who they had to call up to come move it all.
We made it back to the manor and rolled up to the shed to put our bikes away. I Sent my bladed staff back to the lab, along with my pack. Stretching out, I yawned. "I'm kind of tired, so I think I'll turn in—"
"No you don't!" Eris yelled, grabbing one of my arms while Sylphie took the other. Together, the pair dragged me through the mansion towards the dining room. "You're not ruining this for us!"
"Ruining what?" I asked. When the younger girls refused to answer, I turned a questioning look on Ghislaine, who simply smiled and shook her head.
I found out the 'what' shortly after, as we entered the dining room. "We're back!" Eris called, kicking open the door.
Applause sounded across the room and I blinked as I took in the people gathered there. Sauros, Phillip, Hilda, Sylvia with Elin in her arms, the staff, and of course Sylphie, Eris, and Ghislaine. "Happy birthday, Rudeus!" they shouted, and I wondered if they practiced that.
Eris and the Boreas family have made me feel more welcome and gone to greater lengths for me today than my own family. That is… depressing.
"I uh, thank you all," I smiled, taking a small bow. Alright Rudy, get it together. Eris was right, even if she didn't realize it. This is for them. Doesn't matter how I feel.
I put on my best smile and took Eris and Sylphie about the waist, pulling them into my sides with a quiet 'eep!' from the redhead and a laugh from the greenette. Then, I played the role of the happily surprised young man as I spent time with the people who had become friends and family to me over the years. I put thoughts of Buena Village from my mind for a while and simply enjoyed myself.
At one point during the festivities, I caught Ghislaine slipping over to speak with Phillip and Sauros. Casting my preferred wind-based audio eavesdropping spell, I listened in with half an ear as Eris told me about the frankly amazing staff that was Aqua Heartia. Shame about the chuuni name though.
"How bad was it?" Phillip was asking.
Ghislaine. "Bad. 'Send three parties' bad."
Sauros. "How did you deal with it?"
Ghislaine. "Rudeus used a Saint-level Wind manipulation spell. No one even knew he had cast until he announced that he was done. I asked afterwards and he explained that it was an idea he had toyed with before—essentially removing the stuff we breathe from the air in an area, so whatever's inside suffocates."
Phillip. "Well, that's nasty. And about what we've come to expect from Rudeus. How bad was my cousin?"
Ghislaine. "The usual."
Sauros. "So a stubborn fool. Did Rudeus injure him?"
Ghislaine. "No. Sadly. I kind of wanted to see him twitch on the ground again."
Sauros snorted. "Of course."
"Rudy! Are you listening?" Eris demanded, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring.
I smiled. "Sorry Eris, I got distracted."
The girl huffed, turning her head away. "Well, I suppose it's fine. So, do you like it?"
"I love it."
Looking over the crowd, I found Sylphie had migrated over to speak to her mother. Taking Eris by the arm, I pulled her along and went to go see Sylvia and Elin.
The night wore on. I ate good food and cake, Eris and Sylphie chattered away, and we generally had a great time. Eventually, Eris fell asleep after getting into the wine and had to be carried to her room by Ghislaine. Sylphie decided to go to bed early, after walking Sylvia and her sister home. Hilda left shortly after Eris, taking a bottle with her after giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Sauros snagged a beast-kin maid and made off with a lecherous look, so I had a feeling he was making his way up to the tower for a bit of nighttime fun. Phillip, however, waved me over to sit with him.
"Did you ever wonder why Eris doesn't have any siblings, Rudeus?"
I had, but had written it off to miscarriages or infant mortality. Zenith had problems getting pregnant, so I kind of assumed that was the norm. At least, I had before Eris blurted it out today when she confronted Paul. "I had. I thought she was an only child until today. Eris said her brothers were taken away?"
Phillip nodded his head. "Eris has two brothers. An older brother and a younger. The younger one is as old as you are now."
He then went on to explain the Boreas family tradition—a continuous fight to inherit the title of head of the family—and what it meant. Phillip lost their little pissing match and James, his brother, demanded that any male children Phillip or his other brothers have be sent to the capitol, to be adopted by James. Essentially, they were kept as hostages to keep the family, and especially Phillip, from turning against James. And for the Boreas family, this was just tradition. If Phillip had won, he would have done the same.
Then, he told me of his plan to use Eris to wrest control of the family back from his brother, by wedding Eris to his brother's eldest son.
"This is Eris we're talking about. She'll kill him the moment he tries to lay his hands on her." She would, too. And she probably wouldn't stop there. No, knowing her as I did, put into that situation Eris would cut a bloody swathe straight back to Roa.
"I know," Phillip nodded. "That was the plan. Why I had Ghislaine train her so hard. Why, before you stepped in, I never truly curbed her… let us say unladylike ways."
Considering that he was telling me this out in the open, I had a feeling that plan had been scrapped. "So, what changed your mind?"
"You did, Rudeus. You're a King-level mage at your age. You turn out inventions that are on the way to seeing Roa surpass Ars within the next five years seemingly with minimal effort. And perhaps most importantly, you know how to handle my Eris. You've been kind to her, but stern as needed, and I see she's becoming a fine young lady thanks to your efforts. She's even made another friend, in the form of Sylphiette—another stupendously powerful mage."
"So, mostly because I've got power and make it rain money. Fair enough," I conceded.
Phillip laughed quietly, shaking his head. "Did you know that Hilda sees you as a son now, even though she hated you when you first came to us? She resented you, because you go to live the life her boys didn't."
"Well, I knew she didn't like me. All I did was talk to her and spend time with her," I shrugged. I usually spent a lot of time in the library, when I wasn't busy with other pursuits. Especially recently, after Roxy sent me a book on the Demon language and I started learning that, Sword-God language, and Beast-God language (from Ghislaine). Hilda loved to read and, between that and flying, we had found common ground and become close.
Phillip smiled, leaning back in his chair as he asked, "How would you feel about marrying Eris and taking on the Boreas name? I'll give Eris to you right now if you accept."
I laughed quietly, suspecting he was joking. This was the man who had hired me on the basis of not being like my father and going after his daughter, after all. When he only raised an eyebrow and I saw he was completely serious, I laughed harder. Eventually, I settled myself down enough to respond. "Eris has no interest in me as a future husband. Pretty sure she knows she's got competition there in the form of Roxy and Sylphie."
"I think you're mistaken."
I considered it for a moment before realizing that he may be correct. She was exhibiting all the classic signs of a tsundere interested in someone. I'd just sort of been tuning it out for the most part… My relationship status was complicated enough as it was without adding 'violent, territorial tsundere' to the mix. That, and I didn't want to know what the girls got up to in their 'girls only' calls, where they occasionally invited Ghislaine and/or Hilda.
On the other hand, is Eris all that territorial? Competitive with Sylphie, sure. But if she were territorial, she'd have been a bit more… fighty with Sylphie and she hasn't been. Sure, they disagree on some things, but for the most part they enjoy each other's company.
"Okay, say you're right. Even if she were interested, and setting aside my own goal of pursuing my former master and the thing with Sylphie, I wouldn't want to force her into something she isn't ready for. Nor do I have any interest in inter-family politics. I have a low tolerance for bullshit and if your brother sent someone after me, I'd wind up removing him as a future threat. …Which I suspect you already accounted for when you asked."
The man across from me nodded. "I had considered the possibility, yes. He already had, when he discovered that you're involved in Roa's sudden economic boom. I've been keeping a lid on it, but there's only so much father and I can do. It was inevitable that he would find out. The kidnappers of that group you brought in a while back were sent by James, through a few cutouts. The assassins, we suspect were sent by someone higher up the layer cake that is the nobility."
"So, I suppose that means I'll be paying him a visit personally soon, then. I'll need to know where he lives. As for the other group, there isn't much of anyone higher than the Lords…" I blinked, realizing what he meant. "Oh. Royalty."
"Most likely. They were fed false information and after finding the first cutout, the trail went cold. It was probably a test to see if you were vulnerable at all, not a serious attempt. If it were serious, you'd be dead."
"Well, that's scary," I muttered. "I hate politics."
"Mm. Well, as for that, you could just be a figurehead and I would take care of everything. It won't stop any potential assassination attempts, unfortunately."
I fell silent as I thought it over. It's not a terrible idea. It would put me in a better position to begin distributing information and techniques to improve Roa and potentially provide some protection from the royal family if they decided to try to chain me to a desk somewhere, cranking out weapons of war or have me killed, depending on which faction we're dealing with. The problem is, Phillip lost this battle and Paul ran away from it, so what chance do I have of winning other than brute force? Not that that isn't apparently an acceptable route to victory.And on the other hand, there are a lot of things I want to see, learn, and do before I lock myself down in any one place. Go to Ranoa College of Magic with Sylphie, do some adventuring with Roxy and Sylphie, maybe bring Eris along for the ride…
"I'm not saying no," I began, putting my thoughts to words, "just not yet. Not without Eris agreeing and us working something out with Roxy. If they can't agree on something, I'd call it off. And I wouldn't just be a puppet. You would have to teach me everything I need to know."
"Of course."
"Then I'll give it some thought."
We said our goodnights and I headed off to my room for bed. Opening the door, I raised an eyebrow as I found Ghislaine waiting at my table. Drinking my alcohol, no less.
"Well, this is a surprise," I muttered, closing the door and moving to sit at the table. "What's up?"
Ghislaine eyed me as she sipped at her drink. Taking the bottle, I conjured a glass of ice and poured a bit for myself. "Eris wanted to join you tonight, you know? For more than just sleep."
Chuckling at that, I took a sip and winced at the burn. Still wasn't used to the stuff going down. Then again, if I ever did get used to it, I should probably take that as a bad sign and stop altogether. "You change her mind?"
The beast-kin woman shook her head. "She passed out. Too much to drink."
"Not surprised. Hope she's not picking up a bad habit."
Ghislaine studied me for a while as we sat in comfortable silence. Finally, she asked, "You're not going back, are you?"
"You're smarter than you look," I sent the woman a teasing grin, earning a halfhearted kick at my shin under the table. "How did you know?"
"I'll tell you if you answer."
I nodded. "No, I don't think I will be. I'm done with Paul, until he can dig his head out of his ass. I don't know what it's going to take to convince him that I'm not what he thinks I am and I'm not willing to try any more. I'm about this," I held up my fingers, about a hair's width apart, "close to just saying 'fuck it' and giving up the Greyrat name entirely."
The entire situation had gotten on my nerves, but I had gone into it expecting some sort of confrontation. The thing with Aisha though, that kind of pissed me off in retrospect. Honestly, I felt like Paul and Zenith were exaggerating a bit there. Or a lot. After speaking with the girl, she seemed normal enough. Any clinginess on her part could easily be put down to finally getting to meet her older brother and wanting to be close to him.
And even they weren't… I mean, sure, some of my favorite doujin search tags were 'little sister' and 'maids,' but if you're going to judge a man by his porn preferences, you may as well go ahead and throw in 'elves,' 'milf,' 'oyakodon,' 'mind control,' and a few more besides. The idea of a little sister maid character was appealing in porn. In real life? Not so much. Kind of like mother/son or aunt/son incest. Great fap material, probably not great IRL. In other words, I wasn't particularly interested.
"Mm." Ghislaine nodded. "And what will you do?"
Humming quietly, I considered the woman in front of me. I killed the rest of my drink and let the cup evaporate into water vapor. "When my contract here expires, I'll ask Phillip and Sauros if they want to let Eris stretch her wings a bit. I'll take Sylphie and Eris if they'll let her go, track down Roxy, and we'll go adventuring for a while. Then I'll see about going to Ranoa."
Ghislaine sipped at her drink and I asked, "What did they say while you four were talking?"
"They asked me questions about your time with Eris. I told them the truth that I hadn't seen anything strange. Paul seems to think you're working to turn everyone against him. Especially Zenith and Lilia. Why does he think that? Have you, somehow?"
Considering it a moment, I shook my head. "Not really. Like I told him, any doubt they have of him is because of his own fuck-ups. I think he just doesn't want to face up to it. At worst, Lilia may feel indebted to me because I kept her and Aisha from being thrown out in the middle of a blizzard when Paul got caught after knocking her up."
"Then it sounds like he's just being an idiot."
I couldn't help but agree there, but I had a feeling it was likely deeper than that. At a guess, he probably felt insecure in his position as husband and father at the moment—especially since I kicked his ass the last time he tried to get his way with brute force and someone wasn't standing between us. That was entirely his own fault though. I didn't start the fight, but as my original father and grandfather always taught me, I sure as hell ended it. If his ego couldn't take the licking, maybe he should stop thinking with his muscles.
Her curiosity seemingly satisfied, Ghislaine said, "I could smell it."
Raising an eyebrow, I asked, "Oh? Do you mean metaphorically or literally?"
"I mean with my nose. You smelled sad."
"Literally, then," I nodded. "That's kind of cool. Also, worrying. What does it smell like and what else can you smell?"
Ghislaine shrugged, studying her drink. "Doesn't smell great. And people put off different scents depending on how they're feeling. Around here, I'm mostly smelling people who are horny."
Snickering, I asked, "Let me guess. Sauros and Phillip?"
"And Hilda. Eris lately, too," the swordswoman added ruefully. "Or Sylphiette, around you."
I blinked, and if I'd been drinking something at the time I likely would have drowned. "She's nine!"
Ghislaine shrugged. "That age comes on sooner for different people."
Sighing, I thumped my head on the table. I eyed the bottle, seriously considering another glass. Turning a curious look on me, Ghislaine said, "But I don't get that from you. Not all the time, anyway. Only after we've been training."
"What can I say? You're an attractive woman, Ghislaine," I sent her a grin.
"Or when one of the maids tries to get a rise out of you," she added, almost as an afterthought.
I rolled my eyes. "I knew they were doing it intentionally, but I could never prove it. Do they enjoy the attention or something?"
Ghislaine nodded. "Most of them do. I've spoken with them. They felt it was strange that you were a Greyrat but didn't stare at their ears or tails, and didn't smell aroused any time one of them was around. So they've made a game out of seeing who could get a reaction."
"I was taught not to look at women like a starving wolf eyes up a steak."
"Zenith's doing," she came to the most likely conclusion, even if it was wrong.
I blinked as something she had said registered. "Wait. Ghislaine, did you just… make an innuendo?"
The woman nodded. "Did I do it right?"
"It came out so smooth I almost missed it," I admitted. Deciding this deserved recognition, I gave her a golf clap. "Well done."
"Thank you," she smiled.
Yawning, I stood and snagged the bottle she had pilfered, moving it back to its cabinet. Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I put it on the dresser for the night. "Well, it's been… a really long day. I'm going to turn in."
"Mm." Draining the rest of her drink, the big cat-woman stood and I turned away to start undressing.
Something hit the ground behind me. I frowned, wondering if it was the glass, and turned to look only to find Ghislaine had dropped her top. Pausing in unbuttoning my shirt, I stared for a moment before shaking myself out of my momentary stupor at the sight of those magnificent massive mammaries in all their tanned, surprisingly perky glory. "This is probably a stupid question," I began.
"Probably," Ghislaine agreed with an amused look as she kicked off her boots.
"What are you doing?"
"I thought that was obvious. Are you sure you're Paul's son?" she asked as her sword belt hit the floor and she began working her way out of her shorts.
I reached up and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Fair enough. Better question then. Why are you doing it?"
"I didn't really think that far," Ghislaine shrugged. "Do you want to or not?"
On the one hand, Roxy, Sylphie, Eris, and a whole handful of reasons I probably shouldn't.
On the other hand, I was horny, she was there (and apparently also ready to go). And a good lay would help work off some of the frustration left over from the day.
Puberty had hit me early, so the fact that I had enough spare blood and could fight through the hormones to even parse that I probably shouldn't was a minor miracle.
For just a moment, I felt like the dog that had finally caught the car. 'Now what do I do with it?'
Eh, fuck it. I've always wanted to try mountain climbing.
I sent her a smile and resumed working on the buttons of my shirt. "I guess we're both asking stupid questions tonight." I watched her finish undressing as I shucked my own clothes off, admiring the woman's tan skin and muscular-yet-womanly build. "Since we're on the subject of stupid questions," I toed off my boots and undid my belt. "Are you up for something… different?"
Ghislaine raised an eyebrow. "I've taken it in the ass before. It's not that fun," she shrugged.
"Not in my need to know category and not what I meant." Holding out a hand, I focused on summoning water. What came out was a phallic shape covered in bumps. Manipulating the surface tension, I made sure it was flexible and soft, while about the rigidity of rubber. A bit more magic made it around body temperature. I hadn't wanted to expose this world to the idea of magical sex toys based on those from Earth if they didn't already have their own, but it was a spell and I think maybe two other people in the entire world had a chance of duplicating it with magic alone, and it wouldn't be leaving my bedroom anyway…
Ghislaine stared. "What in the world?"
I patted the bed. "Come on. Lay down and we'll see how it does." Ghislaine looked briefly unsure, so I goaded her a little. "Or not. I mean, it is an untested magical technique. Perfectly normal to be a little leery of it—"
The beast-kin woman dropped down onto the bed and spread her legs, scooting up close to the edge and leaning forward so she could watch. "I've seen stranger. You can try your toy but after that, I'm going to try to break the bed with your hips. Hope you've got healing magic ready."
"Deal."
Despite her stoic demeanor, Ghislaine was clearly aroused, as evidenced by the trickle of slick wetness dripping from her lips, hidden under a neatly trimmed bush the same color as her hair. I had never actually explored a beast-kin though, so I dismissed my construct for the moment and got to work doing just that, to her surprise.
"Ah, you don't have to—" Ghislaine sucked in a quiet breath as I licked tentatively at her. "But I won't say no."
Yeah, didn't think so, I rolled my eyes, getting a good taste of the woman. Like Roxy, I'd have to file her under 'odd, but not bad.'
From there, I began exploring with my fingers, finding everything to be pretty much as I expected from a human woman, again just as with Roxy. It's probably bad form to compare a current lover with a former one, but it was all in the name of science—or so I would claim if pressed. I was, after all, cataloging what was effectively an alien species from what we'd had on Earth. Maybe I should take a page from Interspecies Reviewers and hit up brothels, write a book reviewing various species. Nah.
Reigning in my wandering mind, I checked on Ghislaine and found her watching me with rapt attention. Her breathing was steady and deep, but the way her eyes (both visible now that she could control her demon eye) lidded and the barely noticable flush to her skin, and the way she occasionally twitched when I hit the right spot told me she was enjoying it. Okay, let's see how long she can stay quiet then.
Water reformed in my hand, taking on the shape I wanted, and I flopped it against Ghislaine's lower lips, sending a smile up at her. "Ready?"
"Sure," she agreed easily, spreading her legs a bit wider in anticipation.
The watery pseudo-cock slid in easily. A hand on her leg let me cast Diagnose—the diagnostic medical spell I'd finally gotten working—bouncing the spell to Sprite to filter information I didn't need, who bounced the results back to my head with what I wanted to know. Namely, how she was reacting and if I was doing something to hurt her.
With Ghislaine's body unable to lie to me regardless of what her mouth had to say (or not say, as she had maintained her silence so far as she watched), I set about adjusting the spell for maximum effect. Adjusting the girth, length, angle, and shape. Then, I sent Sprite the mental request for what I wanted to know next and the spirit of intelligence painted me a mental picture of Ghislaine's insides, her nervous system around the area I was interested in, every last one of her erogenous zones. Then, I adjusted the shape of my spell again, adding protrusions—bumps, knobs, and other shapes and adapting as her body responded.
Ghislaine quickly began to squirm where she sat, her even breathing growing ragged. "Rudeus, w-what—"
Awe, isn't that cute? Her voice cracked! I suppressed a leer, focusing on the internal structure of the spell, then directed the watery interior to spin and flex. The effects were immediately apparent as Ghislaine went taut like a drawn bow for a handful of seconds before collapsing backwards onto the bed, hands pawing weakly at the sheets. Yeah, she just came. And this is why we don't want to use these things too much. Don't want them to get used to it. Still, Ghislaine's a big girl, she can take a little roughhousing, just this once.
I began throttling the spell's internal RPM up and down while stretching it further inside of her—wider and longer—and curving here and there to put more pressure in one area versus another so she would never quite adapt to it. The bed creaked ominously, my sheets starting to tear in places under the woman's claws. And finally, she began to howl, wail, and moan as it became too much for her to handle. Ghislaine's hips rocked back and forth as every muscle in her body appeared to twitch all at once.
Eris yawned sleepily as someone shook her shoulder. "Eris, get up."
"Wha-?" the girl murmured, feeling strangely both tired and not. Her mother leaned over her bed, pulling her covers off and helping Eris to sit up. "Mom?"
"Come on, hurry up. Let's go get you cleaned up."
"Huh?" Eris blinked blearily as her head began to clear, allowing herself to be pulled along by her elbow towards the nearest bathroom. There, she was unceremoniously stripped and veritably thrown into a hub of hot water. "Gah!"
Eris struggled as Hilda took a scrub brush and soap to her body. "What are you doing?!" the younger redhead finally got out.
"You nearly missed your chance to seduce Rudeus," Hilda explained, using a bucket to rinse her daughter off and starting to work on her hair. "You shouldn't emulate your grandfather's drinking habits."
"What about yours instead?" Eris snarked, standing up and using the soap and a wash cloth to start scrubbing everything that had been underwater.
Eris flinched as Hilda popped her daughter's pale ass, a strangled noise escaping her lips. "Don't sass me, young lady," Hilda chastised. She blinked as she looked up to see Eris' reaction, then smirked upon seeing two very obvious tells. "You should have him do that to you. Your father and I enjoy a little bit of discipline—"
Eris plugged her ears. "I can't hear you!"
Hilda giggled, then reached over and flipped the shower on as she hit the switch for the drain. Moving away, she collected a towel and dried her hands. She turned around to find Eris stepping out of the tub and wind blowing around the girl. "Stop that!" she called, rushing over and throwing the towel over her daughter.
"Why?" Eris asked. "This is how we always dry off."
The older woman sighed. "Trust me. The 'fresh out of the bath' look is sexier."
Eris set about drying herself off, mostly focusing on getting the water out of her hair—but apparently not too much. "Why am I seducing Rudy tonight? I've already got a thing worked out with Sylphie and Roxy where we agree to share him."
"Even better. I had hoped you two girls would work something out. Sylphiette is adorable and would be a lovely addition to the family, as would that master of his. But that doesn't mean you can just take it for granted. You have to secure your position."
"Uh huh," Eris stared at her mother through the curtain of her hair as she worked on it. "And why do you want this?"
Hilda's answer caught her by surprise. "I want Rudeus as my son. I like him and he's good for you."
"And what does father think?" Eris asked, flipping her long hair back and letting it lay against her back. Taking the red, sheer silk night dress her mother handed her, she pulled it on and pulled her hair through it, before turning around so her mother could run a brush through her hair.
"He agrees that Rudy is a fine match for you, but you know him. He's more interested in the political aspects."
Eris snorted softly. "Rudy doesn't have the patience for politics. The first person to get in his way is going to get struck down by lightning. Any people stupid enough to send assassins are going to wind up with a dragon stomping through their town."
Looking down at herself, Eris sighed. "Are you sure he's even going to want me?"
Hilda chuckled. "You forget, I've spoken with the woman he's so infatuated with. She's a Migurd. She'll never develop any further than she is now, physically. You, on the other hand," Hilda reached out and cupped her daughter's small breasts, earning a squeak, before she let go and hefted her own considerably sized breasts. "I expect you still have some growing left to do." Turning Eris towards the door, she patted the girl on the bottom and sent her on her way. "Now, go on. This is the one step you can take before Sylphiette or Roxy. I suggest you do it now."
Eris took a shaky breath before nodding and hurrying down the hall. Her mother was right, Roxy and Sylphie were so far ahead of her that the only way to catch up would be to steal a march on them.
Making her way to Rudy's room, she paused at the door as she heard conversation inside. The door wasn't entirely shut all the way, the wood having shifted slightly as the temperature warmed as tended to happen around this time every year, so it had likely popped out. Pressing on it just a bit, Eris risked a look inside as she listened. What she saw was Ghislaine stand up from her chair as Rudy moved towards his bed, clearly starting to get ready to retire for the night. Good, I'll just wait for her to leave and—
Eris' thoughts froze as Ghislaine pulled her top off and let it fall to the floor. The much larger woman was turned side on, so Eris had a decent view of her tits. Sure, she had bathed with Ghislaine before and always appreciated the view, but this was… so much different, with Rudy in the same room and taking off his own clothes. Eris' heart pounded in her chest and her nipples grew almost uncomfortably hard as the thought crossed her mind that maybe, just maybe, Rudy and Ghislaine were about to, to have sex.
No, there's no way.
Her mouth grew parched and her throat constricted as Rudy turned at some noise from Ghislaine. Eris' eyes left Ghislaine's absolutely amazing tanned form for the body of her younger friend, teacher, and… the boy she kind of had a crush on. He was smaller than her, but those muscles! Rudy worked just as hard as herself and Ghislaine when it came to training—perhaps more, some days—and he had earned the body to show for it, even at this young age. And she knew he was far from done growing.
Abs, Eris suddenly found that her case of dry mouth had been replaced by drool.
"This is probably a stupid question."
Definitely! Stop asking stupid questions and read the mood, Rudy! she practically shouted at him in the privacy of her mind. Ghislaine, it seemed, shared her assessment.
Do you really need to know why she wants a roll in the sack?! 'I'm horny, I want to fuck!' It's not hard to understand! Biting her lip, she eased one hand down under her nightgown when it looked like Rudy might actually take Ghislaine up on her obvious offer.
Eris… was not entirely sure how to feel about this. She was kind of conflicted, if she said so herself. On the one hand, she was kind of jealous that Ghislaine of all people had beaten her to the punch. Apparently, no one else had expected it of the beast-kin woman, either. She wasn't quite sure whether she was jealous of Ghislaine for taking Rudy to bed, or Rudy for taking Ghislaine to bed… or if it was both. No, it's definitely both! she decided firmly.
On the other hand, it was the most exciting thing she had ever seen and she couldn't look away. Her everything was tight as a drawn bow and she was starting to get the shakes all over. Her breath was coming in fast, quiet little pants and the trail of cooling fluid running down her thighs told her she was more wet than she had ever been before.
She really kind of just… wanted to watch for a while.
So, she did. Eris carefully adjusted the door a bit and checked to make sure the hall was clear. Then, the hand that had been sneaking under her dress found her mound, fingers slipping over the dark red curls before moving to her lips, where she began to gently brush herself back and forth. Her fingers quickly became soaked as she watched, body jerking occasionally with excitement or pretty much any time she brushed the little nub that felt oh so good.
Her eyes went wide as Rudy's pants came off, exposing his member to open air. That is a lot bigger than my fingers, she realized as she watched it bob a bit. Then, her focus was drawn to his hands as he cast water magic and conjured some sort of… penis-shaped blob of liquid? What in the world?
Rudy dismissed the construct as he got Ghislaine onto the bed, facing the door. The woman's spread legs gave her a brief view of her white, straight haired bush, before Rudy went to his knees and started doing something with his mouth. Ghislaine was clearly trying to keep from moaning as her muscles clenched, keeping herself under control—barely. Eris had had years to learn the older woman's body language and right now, it pretty much screamed that she was one second from losing all control and composure. Apparently, whatever he was doing, he was really good at it.
Not surprising. Didn't Roxy say he did that with her? And he's got that 'reincarnation' thing going too, so he probably did that a lot in his first life, the girl nodded to herself, her eyes wide as she watched and imagined it was her Rudy was lavishing attention on with his mouth and tongue. His tongue tracing its way up and down her slick, hot lower lips, circling her clit, before teasing at her entrance, his hand teasing her small tit through her night down, gently pulling at her nipple. Eris panted, shifting where she stood.
She saw Ghislaine come to ecstasy the first time and felt a small smirk curl up on her lips. Rudy didn't seem to notice as he kept on working, but before long, he apparently had enough of Ghislaine trying to hide her reactions—not that Eris blamed him. She had snuck up the tower to watch her grandfather play with the maids more than once and the sounds and faces they made were one of the best parts—not that she had any experience with the actual best part, but that would hopefully change soon. Maybe with Rudy and Ghislaine?
Eris shuddered as the thought sent her over the edge, clenching her jaw closed and breathing in deeply through her nose. Oh yeah, that's good stuff for playing with myself later.
She almost laughed when Rudy clearly lost his patience with Ghislaine's act and pulled out the water construct he had been showing off earlier. She couldn't blame him—if she hadn't known Ghislaine as well as she did and were in his position, she imagined she would be getting a little frustrated right now too. Eris felt a little bad for Rudy, even if she suspected she knew why Ghislaine was doing it—namely, to encourage him to try his hardest and not give him a big head if he happened to get lucky. Not that she agreed with the strategy personally. She'd rather reward her lover for doing well than try to goad them into trying harder when what they were doing was working in the first place.
Ghislaine has more experience though, so I suppose she knows better than me on that?
Eris put the thought from her mind when Ghislaine's facade broke and the woman collapsed back onto the bed, twitching and clenching in another orgasm. Whatever Rudy was doing though, he didn't let up, because the woman began clawing at the sheets and positively howling. Ah, damnit! I can't see her face from here! Or anything, really.
Annoyed, Eris pushed the door open just a hair more. The door squeaked.
Ghislaine may have been incapacitated, but Rudy's reflexes were on point. Eris would have been proud… if it didn't wind up with an invisible force yanking her into the room through the door and a positively murderous looking Rudy glaring at her for a moment before the look passed from his face and he heaved a sigh. If she was being honest with herself, the danger kind of made her even hotter.
"Eris," Rudy sighed again, "what are you doing?"
Ghislaine moaned where she lay, one eye cracking open and her head tilting enough to shoot the younger woman an annoyed look. "This is the first time I've been laid in years, Eris. This had better be good," the woman threatened.
"I uh, I was watching," Eris admitted, blushing. There was no point denying it, she had been caught with her hand in her crotch (where it still was, in fact) and the evidence clearly would have told them that anyway.
Rudy set her on the ground and she felt his Telekinesis spell release her. Considering her, he reached back and gently stroked Ghislaine, just above her bush, drawing a quiet sigh from the woman. Eris' nerves wound up so tight she felt like she might snap in half.
"Okay," he nodded finally. "In or out. Your choice."
"Y-you mean I can…" she gestured vaguely at Ghislaine.
Rudy shrugged before turning to the larger woman. "Do you mind?"
"It's fine," Ghislaine shrugged, setting her breasts to swaying on her chest and drawing both Eris' and Rudy's eyes. "Lock the door."
Rudy gestured at the door and it slammed shut. The lock slid home, then a pillar of ice stretching from floor to ceiling sprang up in front of it. For a brief moment, she felt panic—trapped… but Rudy's hand on her thigh drew her mind away from the feeling and back to the feeling of nervous excitement that threatened to boil over. "C-can I," Eris stuttered and the boy chuckled quietly.
"Whatever you want."
He must have thought she'd go for Ghislaine, because he was surprised when she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him soundly on the mouth. His rod—Cock!—pressed into her belly, hot and hard as steel as her lips moved clumsily against his. Their teeth clicked together and Rudy pulled away with a grin.
"Settle down, Eris. There's no need to rush," he gently chastised her, before pulling her back into a kiss. His lips were on hers and, just as when he'd taught her to dance, she followed his lead. His lips parted slightly and his tongue brushed against her upper lip. Eris opened her mouth hesitantly and his tongue slipped inside, flicking her own. Taking it as a challenge, she responded in kind. Is this what Ghislaine tastes like? she wondered idly as the boy's hand stroked her back.
Eventually Rudy pulled away again and tilted his head towards Ghislaine. "Want to help me with this?"
"Absolutely," Eris practically growled. Looking down on the tanned, muscular woman, Eris hesitated. "Uh, what do I do…?"
Rudy's fingers found the back of her head and for a moment, Eris thought he was going to play with her hair or something. That was until she found herself pushed gently but insistently into the older woman's breasts. "Play with those for a while."
Eris did as she was told, one hand squeezing one of Ghislaine's massive tits (she'd wanted to do that for so long she couldn't resist even if she wanted to) while her mouth went straight to the woman's other nipple. Knowing at least some of what she herself liked, Eris set her tongue to work flicking and circling Ghislaine's surprisingly large nipple while giving it the occasional suckle. She shifted her body to look down and see what Rudy was doing, but she didn't really need to as she felt Ghislaine stiffen under her confirming what her eyes were telling her—that he had gone back to work on the larger woman with that spell of his.
"Get on your knees," the boy ordered, and something in the tone sent a delicious little shiver straight from her ears to her dripping slit. Eris quickly shifted around, sacrificing her view of Rudy to do so and instead turning her gaze to watching Ghislaine's face. "Eris, this is your one chance to tell me to stop, no, or something. If you don't speak up right now, I'm going to dive right in and I'm not going to stop until your hips give out."
Eris grinned around a mouthful of nipple. That sounded like a challenge to her. Feeling particularly bold, she wagged her hips back and forth, taunting the boy. His answer was a slap to her ass cheek, hard enough to sting a bit and make a nice, loud sound even over the solo performance Ghislaine was putting on. "Cheeky brat," he complained. "Let's see if I can leave this here… Yeah, great. It's stable, sweet!" She could practically hear his leer and feel his attention shift almost fully to her. "Your turn."
And then, his hands were on her hips, adjusting her position a bit before moving down to gently part her hairless lips. His mouth met her sex and Eris gasped around her mouthful of Ghislaine, pulling away from the big woman as her body went rigid and her hands clenched desperately at something, anything. Ghislaine's hands found her and pulled her up the larger woman's body, her mouth finding Eris' lips before trailing down to her jaw, to her ears, then to her neck. Eris felt like her body would catch fire, but she paid attention as the older woman worked and did her best to imitate what Ghislaine was doing to her.
That is, until Rudy's lips and tongue found her clit and one of his fingers slit inside her entrance and drove all thought from her mind for a moment.
Eris whimpered into Ghislaine's neck as her body shook and Rudy eased back a bit, slowing his attentions and shifting away from her clit to lapping her slit. "Wow, you are really sensitive. Or incredibly turned on."
"B, both," Eris admitted breathily. Swallowing her drool and trying to get her breathing under control, she wanted to ask how he was so damn calm about this with that thing positively throbbing and leaking between his legs, but then another of his fingers was inside her, Ghislaine's tongue was in her ear, and she found she couldn't muster the words.
I toyed with Eris and Ghislaine like that, trying to see if I could get them to come in sync. It's harder than you'd think, sadly.
Fun to try, though.
That is, until someone gets tired of it and snaps. Ghislaine reached her breaking point a lot sooner than I had expected as she reached down, grabbed the spell construct trying to turn her cunt inside out, yanked it out, and flung it across the room. I rolled my eyes and let the water evaporate before it hit the ground. So it was that I was distracted and unprepared when Ghislaine shoved Eris to the side on the bed and sat up quickly, her hands grabbing my shoulders and forcing me down flat on my back against the bed.
"Cock. In me. Now!" the woman demanded.
I opened my mouth to tell her that I would in no way be protesting that as she manhandled my dick into position and shifted her hips to line herself up, but then Eris dropped her thighs on either side of my head. "I want to watch this and I really want you to keep licking me, so," Eris drew out the word and lowered herself down. Catching the hint like a bat to the head, I took her hips in my hands and eased her down the rest of the way, arranging her so I could breathe while I worked my tongue up and down her slit.
And then, tight, silky heat enveloped my cock and I was in heaven. For just a moment, I forgot about everything and just focused on the feeling of Ghislaine easing herself down on my cock inch by inch. Then, she bottomed out and her tight, muscular ass was seated firmly in my lap.
"Wow," Eris murmured. I couldn't help but agree.
Then, the breath was driven out of me when the woman raised her hips and slammed herself back down almost painfully as she began to set a frantic pace, her hips swishing forward on every down thrust to rub her clit against me. Something I was not ready for at all. Between the sexiness of the situation, my body's lack of experience, the fact that I'd been working on the two of them for a good half hour or more… Yeah, I'm just going to go ahead and say I'm excused for the fact that it was only a matter of minutes before Ghislaine's vice-grip cunt was wringing the first load out of me.
Eris eased back off my face, sitting down just above my head as I panted. "That's it?" she asked, and I scraped enough effort to glare at her.
I'm going to remind you of this later, brat.
Ghislaine simply chuckled quietly. Instead of looking irritated, the woman looked amused. And a bit proud of herself for some reason. "You weren't using touki, were you?"
"No," I drew the word out as it dawned on me that she definitely was and fully intended to try to carry through with her threat of using my hips to break the bed. "I suppose I should be?"
"Definitely," she nodded. Sliding off my cock, she shifted over to the side of the bed and ran a finger up her slit, bringing the semen-coated digit to her mouth and humming approvingly as she cleaned it off. Popping the finger out of her mouth, she turned her gaze to Eris. "Catch your breath, then pop Eris' cherry while I watch. Then we can trade off again."
Eris froze, looking suddenly unsure of herself. "Err…"
Closing my eyes, I focused on getting my breathing under control. "Last chance to back out," I told her, reaching up and patting her thigh fondly as I sent her a smile. Focusing on my touki, I let it wash over me and the pleasantly tired feeling of post-coital bliss was washed away, leaving me feeling ready to run a marathon. Or try to fuck a woman about three times my size and an energetic redhead into the ground. My cock stood to attention and I rolled over, sitting up and facing Eris.
A look of resolve passed over her face and Eris nodded to herself, before taking hold of the bottom of her little silk slip and pulling the whole thing up and off in one movement, throwing it off to the side of the bed and leaving herself in the nude. I gave her a long, appreciative look. Taking in the budding breasts topped with perky little nipples that looked like they were doing their best to cut diamonds. The smooth plane of her stomach and feminine abs, not yet the 'muscle girl' look Ghislaine had. The curve of her hips. Her bare cunt with the patch of dense, blood red hair above it. Her shapely thighs that I'd recently been using as ear muffs, leading down muscular legs and calves to surprisingly dainty feet.
Not quite ripe yet, but close enough. Eh, she'll be thirteen in a couple of months anyway.
We met in another kiss, one that was more like a fight for control. The larger girl tried to push me down, but I'd had enough of that with Ghislaine, thanks. We wrestled across the bed for a moment, both of us enjoying the struggle given the way she giggled into my mouth, before I pinned her—arms held captured above her head and my knee between her legs, her pussy practically burning my leg with the heat coming off of her and absolutely soaking me where it touched. Her red eyes met my green and Eris rolled her hips, biting her lips on a little sigh as she ground her sex against my knee.
I transferred her wrists to my left hand while bringing the right down to cup her face, my thumb brushing over her lips. The little minx tried to bite my thumb and I quickly moved my hand down to pinch one of her nipples, earning a hiss but no protest. I descended on her, my lips meeting hers briefly before heading for her neck and doing my best to find the places where she was most sensitive. A bit of shifting around had Eris' legs spread to either side of me and I moved my free hand down, taking hold of my cock and running it up and down her slit.
"Ready?" I asked into her ear, nipping at the lobe.
"Yes," she breathed out, her lips on my own ear. "Do it, Rudy."
Beside us, I felt Ghislaine's weight shift on the bed and turned to look. The woman had moved a bit closer and shifted around for a better view. Waving me on, I ignored Ghislaine for the moment and refused on the cute little virgin redhead under me. I eased into Eris, pushing past her lips and sinking in an inch at a time. Eris moaned, a quiet "Ahn~"
I stopped a few inches in, pulled back a bit and went a little deeper on the next stroke. Eris repeated her little moan, louder this time. I was about halfway in now and no sign of a hymen, but I wasn't entirely surprised—Eris was a very sporty and active girl, so it likely broke early during one exercise or another. As I pulled out again, she whined, "All the way iiIN~!"
My last thrust came hard and fast, bottoming out in the girl with a clap of my hips against hers that caused her voice to hitch. She fluttered around me, shuddering lightly all over. Smirking down at her, I asked, "That's it?"
"S-shut uuup~" Eris whined, her legs coming up to wrap around my hips. "Just, just shut up and f-fuck me already!"
"Oh? Such naughty language. Someone's a bad girl," Eris shuddered. "And do you know what bad girls get, Eris?"
"No?" she asked, in a surprisingly innocent tone… that went straight to my dick.
"Bad girls get spankings," I leered down at her.
She blushed, all the way down. Looking away, she eased her hands out of my grip, bringing them down before grabbing her hair up into twin tails. "Eris has been a bad girl and needs to be punished, teacher. Nyan~"
"Urk." I wasn't entirely sure whether the sound came from me, Ghislaine, or both of us. Either way, the sound from the beast-kin woman temporarily shattered the little scene Eris and I had going on, drawing both our attention to the big woman. Eris glared while I hummed quietly, watching as Ghislaine fingered herself while watching. "What?" she asked, before following our gazes down to her fingers. "I said I wanted to watch you pop her cherry."
Eris and I shared a look before the redhead jerked her head towards Ghislaine. "Think you can…?"
"Yeah," I agreed, easing back from her enough to focus on the silver haired beast-kin. Water answered my will and took shape in streamers around the bigger woman, who raised an eyebrow. Then, the streamers solidified much like how the toy spell I'd been using on her had, taking on a gelatinous semi-solid quality as it became a mass of tentacles.
Ghislaine's eyebrows went into her hairline for a moment before tentacles wrapped around her hips and hefted her up into the air above the bed. Around her legs, splaying them apart. Around her arms, where they bound them together behind her back. A tentacle wrapped around her neck before a bulbous, phallic end brushed against her lips. "This is new," Ghislaine admitted, a moment before I forced the tentacle past her lips. Two more wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them tightly as the ends flicked at her nipples before shifting into more of a cup shape and latching on, where they began to put suction on them. A final, particularly thick tentacle brushed at the entrance to her cunt before squirming its way inside her, taking on the properties of the toy she had tossed away and beginning to work her over.
"Damn that's hot," Eris breathed as she watched Ghislaine get fucked in the air above the bed. Blinking, she slowly turned her head towards me. "I, I don't think I'm ready for something like that—"
I kissed her lips to silence her and slid my hips forward, firmly but not particularly hard. Pulling away from her lips, I set myself into a steady rhythm as I sawed in and out of her with deep, firm strokes. "Not for your first time, no. Maybe later."
Then we were done with conversation, for the most part, beyond the usual sort of requests for 'harder,' 'faster,' or 'just like that~.' Or Ghislaine's occasional "gluck, gluck, gluck!" as I tried to see just how far the woman could take a cock in her mouth.
Answer: all the way down her throat, pretty much.
True to how she had been most of the night, Eris came quickly. She locked her arms and legs around me, nails trying to dig into my back as she tried to hold me in place while she squealed and her cunt tried its best to milk me dry. "Rudyyy~"
Ghislaine broke out of her 'restraints' with a splash of water, shaking herself off as she watched Eris come down. "She makes good faces," the woman commented.
Says the woman who, up until a minute ago, was getting hearts in her eyes.
Easing Eris' legs and arms out from around me, I pulled out of the limp, panting, and flushed redhead staring at me in a half-lidded, not-entirely-there look. Gesturing towards Eris, I asked, "Want to give her a show while she catches her breath?"
"From behind?" the woman asked, and I nodded. "Sure."
Instead of just getting on all fours over the younger girl, Ghislaine straddled Eris and wiggled her ass. Her breasts were just short of smothering Eris as she wrapped her arms around the much smaller form beneath her. I took an appreciative look at the sight before me—Ghislaine in all her naked, muscular cat-girl glory spread out over Eris, with her sporty, developing form. Reaching out, I took the cat-woman's tail in one hand, gently squeezing the base just above her ass and earning an appreciative groan as I used it to guide her hips down, parted her lowed lips, and slid inside her.
Don't feel remotely close to coming again yet, I mused as I set into Ghislaine with exactly the sort of hard and fast pace she had used on me, the clapping of my thighs against her ass echoing in the room. I was pretty sure that it was touki doing it, which meant I had a good idea of exactly how— And let's stop that thought there and focus on that beautiful, tan ass. Too bad I can't see anything of her tits but side-boob from here.
Eris at least seemed to appreciate having easy access to Ghislaine, as she pawed at the older woman's chest with one hand while reaching up to fondle her ears with the other, a particularly lewd giggle escaping her lips as she did.
When Ghislaine came, I pulled out and slid into Eris in a single, long thrust, drawing a groan from the redhead. After a few strokes into Eris, I slid back into Ghislaine again for a few, before going back and forth. My second orgasm of the night filled up Eris' tight little snatch, drawing a low moan from the girl. I never actually went soft and it was only a few moments after that I could go again. A little water magic cleaned her out just in case and I changed up our positions again, putting Eris on top of Ghislaine and in the classic sixty-nine position. The beast-kin woman got the hint and started licking away at the redhead while I fucked the older woman and Eris lapped at the top of my dick and Ghislaine's slit as she could.
It had been a long, long time since I'd last had a threesome—an entire lifetime ago, really. I was determined to keep going until either I ran out of steam or Eris and Ghislaine both wanted to stop. Considering I had more touki than both of them put together, that first one wasn't likely to happen…
Question is, do I value sleep enough to try to get some, or do I want to see how long I can drag this out? …Eh, it's Eris's first time. I can save the all-nighter for later. She'd probably appreciate cuddling more than a full night of sex. Which means I'm going to have to try to run Ghislaine down first.
Sylphie rolled over in her bed, one eye cracking open sleepily as she wondered what had woken her. Her ears twitched before the left one flicked in the direction of Rudy's room. A deep, low moan sounded through the wall separating their rooms. Sylphie blushed and her heartbeat picked up. Casting about on her night stand, she picked up her phone.
"Sprite?" she asked.
"Yes, Sylphie?"
"What's that noise?"
The spirit was silent for a moment before a hologram sprang into existence above the screen, of a woman in miniature. Her hair hung down to her shoulders, the bangs wild and a thick braid in the back—and it couldn't seem to settle on a color between white, green, red, or blue. Colors familiar to Sylphie. Other things about the miniature woman's features were familiar. The general shape of Roxy's face. Ghislaine's gold eyes. Eris's nose. Sylphie's ears. A trim and muscular body that looked older than herself or Eris but younger than Ghislaine, entirely nude.
"Oh! You finally chose a body?" Sylphie asked, smiling down at the spirit's projection.
"Mm," the spirit nodded. "Do you want me to show you?"
"Show me?" Sylphie asked, before another moan caught her ear. She nodded. "Please."
The spirit stepped off to the side of the projection, sitting down 'mid-air,' as a second projection popped into place—the familiar view of Rudy's room, but from an unfamiliar angle, namely that of his dresser where he left his phone. Focused front and center of the hologram were Rudy and Ghislaine, naked and on Rudy's bed as Rudy did something to the older woman with some sort of spell. Sylphie's mouth went dry as her eyes took in the boy she adored.
A thought occurred. "Sprite, could you send this to Roxy?"
"Yes," the spirit agreed with a nod, not taking her own attention off of the display.
Rudy abruptly turned to glare at the door and Sylphie heard a thump from outside her room, along with a quiet yelp as Eris flew into the hologram. Sylphie listened as they spoke for a bit, feeling a strange heat and excitement build within her as she watched. Her hands felt shaky, so she set the phone down and scooted back, propping up her pillow against the headboard as she settled in to watch. For some reason, her nipples absolutely ached they were so hard and her panties felt like they were starting to stick to her uncomfortably from how much wetness was seeping from her lower lips.
Is, is this normal? she wondered, unsure if she should call and ask her mom or 'big sister' now or just wait and ask later. On the one hand, she was kind of worried. On the other… it didn't hurt. No, if anything, it felt good—just somehow… lacking. Reaching down, her hand slipped inside her panties as she explored herself to see if something was wrong, and she gasped as she made contact with the little bud at the top of her 'flower' as her mother called it. Oh goodness, that feels good!
Sylphie idly continued to explore herself as she watched, a small smile on her face as two of the people she loved most kissed and did other things. That must be what Rudy said I was too young to do. Eris is twelve, almost thirteen. Is that old enough? It must be. That means I only have to wait about two more years, then we can do that too.
It was late, late into the night and Sylphie was so very tired when Eris finally collapsed into a panting heap and waved off any further playing from Rudy. He and Ghislaine played a bit longer before the older woman got off of her friend, stretched, and leaned down to plant a kiss on Rudy's lips—the only one she'd seen them exchange. The woman left a moment later after Rudy dispelled the ice blocking the door, leaving Rudy and Eris behind. Rudy began casting, water and air magic from what she could tell, before settling into the bed to spoon up against Eris.
Feeling like it wouldn't be intruding now that they seemed to be through, Sylphie thanked Sprite for showing her before putting away her phone. Then, she quickly made her way over to Rudy's room and slipped in behind Rudy. The boy gave a tired greeting, reaching back to pat her side, before he was swiftly asleep. Sylphie tried to get to sleep herself, but even as tired as she was she felt… unsatisfied, somehow.
Maybe if I touch myself more? But Rudy and Eris are right there. What if they wake up?
Sylphie decided to risk it. Something about the potential of Rudy rolling over and watching her as she did something she knew was distinctly naughty made that feeling of excitement in her belly do flips…
Roxy stirred in her bed as her phone chimed.
She dug it out from under her other pillow and looked at the screen. "Wha?" Roxy murmured, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "Who— Sprite?"
"Sylphie wanted you to see," the spirit explained without materializing her personal hologram. Instead, she started broadcasting the same view that Sylphie was privy to.
Roxy's eyes widened and she looked around the room to make sure she was alone and Pax hadn't done something stupid, like drill a hole in the wall to spy on her. Again.
Quickly casting two of her sadly most common spells of late—invisibility around the bed, along with a sphere of silence around the room—she settled under the covers to watch. The phone she let rest on the bed while both hands went under the blankets to start rubbing at her sex and fondling her breasts.
Several hours later, a very exhausted, sexually frustrated, somewhat jealous (because she couldn't be there, not that Eris got to take Rudy's virginity), and raw Roxy put away her phone as the hologram shut off. Sighing, she cast healing on herself, leaving her only pleasantly sore, before stretching out in the bed and rolling into her favorite sleeping position on her belly. As she began drifting off, she considered everything she had seen.
I was right. Rudeus is more than I can handle alone. The fact that neither he nor Ghislaine looked entirely ready to stop at the end and that they only did because they ran Eris down is worrisome.
…Going to need a larger party for that boss battle.
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