Leomi, lost as she is in her sensations, writhes so as to have the base of my hand caress her clitoris. I use my major finger to tap the inside of her sex a couple of times to warn her and she swiftly regains control of herself. It takes her a few good minutes to completely settle down and grab my hand to move it to her right breast.

“Are you okay?” She asks tensely. “I, forgot myself.” She says with an apologetic tone.

“I'm physically fine, the strengthening construct helped a lot, but my thighs came close to cramping.” I reply with the same tone in spite of my joking remark.

She nods in acknowledgment without probing my mental state. I can't resent her considering the depth of my betrayal. It didn't shake our absolute in the least despite my fear that it would but the pain my choice has and will cause her is unknowable.

“Give me, a minute to heal, and we can get ready.” She tells me, sounding rather tired.

I notice that her reserve has been quite depleted yet still contains enough to refill mine several times over, so I do. She no doubt used the energy to counter the ravages I inflicted on her, and those she demanded to be inflicted. I absently caress her small mound as I make my resolve to say what I have to.

“Celyz loves me, Leomi. Not in the same way you do, or even in the same way I love her, but we are compatible in a way the two of us cannot be.” I say, causing her to stiffen. “You may not recognize it consciously but you must have felt it after all the time you spent with her during the occupation.”

“It put your life at risk.” Lance replies coldly, refusing to even acknowledge her as a 'she'. “That is worse than her coveting what belongs to me.”

“Celyz saved our lives while we put it at risk.” My two personalities emerge to correct her. “She tried to convince me to stay safely in the back more than once.”

“Futile effort, the insect clearly knows you not.” Lance utters stiffly, clearly affecting obliviousness about her own attempts.

I trail the tip of my nose along her shoulder to signal I've heard her because I can't trust myself not to blow up. She shivers and rises out of the bath. It is no coincidence that she's showing herself off at this moment to put an end to the discussion.

As I can only worsen the situation, I decide to let her. After all I've forgotten that no matter what front Leomi presents, she made a secret deal with Celyz and admitted she didn't doubt her feelings towards me so the two aren't unable to get along when it comes to me.

The egotistical thought makes me slightly sick but it's all I can rely on for our future. I rise out of the blood-tainted water and join Leomi in drying up. I enter the bedroom soon after she does but find her holding a cloth package.

“A gift.” Leomi tells me with inexpressive traits. “I had to pay a lot more because of you.” She adds with a hint of humor that doesn't show on her face.

“What is it?” I ask, stunned because I didn't expect her to make me a present in these circumstances.

“Underwear.” She replies while stepping close.

Once I've taken the package off of her, she seizes my breast with her left hand and my womanhood with her right. Her index enters my slit within a moment to find the opening blocked by my virginity and presses lightly on it while her thumb caresses the point of the lance tattoo.

We both swallow our saliva at the same time because there is a very real risk either of us could lose to our lust considering it has been almost two whole months since we've sworn to abstain and so neither has experienced true release in a very, very, long time.

“This belongs to me as mine to you.” Leomi declares. “It extends to the rest of our bodies.” I remain silent because that much is self-evident even if Celyz has infringed on her domain with my blessing. “Believe me, I will be making no threat.” She continues.

“I believe you.” I tell her.

“Good. There will be severe consequences for every instance my possession is touched without my consent by whomever.” Lance utters with a sharp and hard voice.

She lets go of me and takes hold of the package to start unpacking it. As she does, I reach out to place my hand on her cheek. The trails of the tears she shed have long since been washed away but the reddened skin around her eyes does not allow me to forget.

“I understand that the words 'betrayed' or 'furious' or 'jealous' don't begin to describe how you feel.” I simply tell her with the whole of my wretched heart.

Leomi's light gray irises flicker but quickly steady themselves as they lock onto mine. It takes a lot out of me to hold her abysmal gaze but she soon grants me relief by reaching up to place her palm atop my hand and lean into my touch.

“I love you.” Lance replies just as simply. “Now let me put this on you before I go change.”

She pulls out the sets of dark blue underwear with silver seams, two bras tailor-made for one breast and two pairs of classic panties. She walks around me while using her long fingers to grant me a few tender caresses that bring me immense comfort as there is no doubt in my mind she's chosen this way to communicate to me that her affection for me is as deep as ever.

She uses a clean towel to wipe the fresh dew that very recently appeared on my petals, causing me to widen my thighs just slightly because I block my feet on the parquet. I have equally no doubt that she's doing so on purpose to tease and assert her dominion over me.

It doesn't bother me in the least because she does own me and she has shown to be just as much at my mercy. Her attempt evidently fails to cleanse me as each of her touches cause more drops to fill my intimacy and me to experience an intensifying hollow desire than demands naught than to be filled but that I cannot abide.

“Well, this will do.” Leomi concludes after spending a minute tormenting me. “It'll be more pleasing for me to know of your state.”

I sigh in relief at the reprieve as well as the fact she let herself go with some light sadism, which makes me both happy and excited for our engagement. The reason behind my reaction isn't so much that I wish to be toyed with, which I do at times but not during our first night even if I won't tell her that, but that she desires to do so.

Lance fits two pieces of erotically soft dark blue underwear on me and takes a few steps back with a look of utter satisfaction. The underside of my panties quickly moistens, embarrassing me. Her left hand's fingers tremble slightly as if to betray how she itches to immediately take them off of me.

“I don't wish for you to see my dress yet.” I formally inform her.

“Me neither.” Leomi replies with a wide smile. “Mine is downstairs, but I do require some...” She trails off to briefly glance down between her thighs. “...help to fit my own underwear on.” She finishes.

I enthusiastically grab the towel from her hands and she goes to take fresh pieces of underwear from a drawer. The pair of panties is black with red laces and a cut that should stop just at the edge of her womanhood with a bra of the same color scheme.

I dress her up as she has and very much enjoys how her entire body shivers when I wipe her to ensure her lust does not taint her clean underwear. The task is as doomed to failure for me as it was for her that I cut short once she curls her toes.

Lance heads out of the bedroom as she is once I've tied the laces in the front of her bra but stops in the door-frame before stepping out with her now slanted gait. She holds there for a long minute before throwing me a glance over her shoulder.

“My jay, will you stand by my side when I lead my reformed Nobility along with an army to defend the Empire against the Rykz?” Leomi asks with a tense voice.

No! Why would you ask? We scream inside our minds. She flips around and leaves moments after I feel my face drain itself of blood, before I can gather myself together to give her an answer. Leomi Lance is far gone by the time I realize the test was meant to verify the feelings I've expressed about my humanity.

I dazedly look around the room and catch a glimpse of a silver silhouette in the Little one's chest that closely resembles a jay bird. I take it to mean Leomi sent it to comfort the parasite but just now ordered it to guard me and gave it corresponding flow for the task, somehow without me noticing the transfer.

I put my luggage in a small closet but take my weapons out to spread them on the floor. I attach my hunting knife's sheath to the inside of my left calf by making loops with the belt and then open the package of my dress.

I take the silver and dark red dress out to spread it in front of me. The left shoulder is full contrary to the right one which consists of a thin strap. I've been told the asymmetry would make it ugly but I disagreed and it turns out I was right to.

Hopefully my kitten will agree but not to the point she'll rip it off me in public, which is an actual risk considering there is a long triangular aperture at the back right of the dress down to the very edge of my buttocks. I asked specifically to spoil Leomi.

While the left flank of the dress is full, the right flank of the dress consists of an assemblage of bands of dark red cloth that form stripes and reveal a lot of my skin, including much of my right thigh.

The cleavage was described as daring by the seamstress, which I took to mean slutty considering how nervous she was, but once again meant to spoil Lance. Besides, I only have one breast so I have to make the most of it even if in this case it means exposing most of the side for anyone to look at.

Uh... I realize that I may have underestimated the risk that Leomi would tear it off to take me in public, yes. To be fair, after what we did to Yvonne, I'm not sure you would protect all that much depending on the public in question.

I swiftly wipe the idea from my mind to work on brushing and polishing my boots which I manage to return to an almost brand-new look. I refuse to wear the ankle-breaking shoes I've seen for sale even for Leomi... or at least not if she doesn't ask me to.

I very carefully put the dress on step by step, which is the only way with a single hand since its meant to fit snugly along my body. It is rather inconvenient to move in but will definitely work to spoil Leomi. I set the boots on my feet and enter the bathroom to use one of her brushes to take care of my hair.

Once I'm done, I use two belts to make a sling from my left half-shoulder to the right side of my waist in order to be loyal to the how the dress' seams 'flow' while allowing me to carry my longest broadsword on my back.

I feel a bit naked with a bare arm and what feels like half my body exposed to fresh air but this much is required to stun Leomi Lance and crush the so-called Nobles who wrongly believe they even have a right to consider her for marriage.

I throw my umbrella over my left shoulder as the finishing touch and head downstairs, convinced that Leomi is done considering how long it took me to dress up. In the hallway to the right before the stairs, I catch sight of an open door from which sounds are coming from.

I take a few steps to throw a peek, considering Yvonne stole far more than a glance so it should be okay to satisfy my curiosity. I advance with an almost giddy feeling that makes me realize I'm likely still in a feverish high.

Yvonne is sitting astride of Rowland, who is lying on his back, with her back to him and wide open thighs to welcome his huge shaft inside her sex. It seems to be twice as thick as the metal rod we used and longer by at least half a length.

It appears much too thick and too long for any womanhood to fully welcome it, even glistening from her juices as it is. Yet his full cock is rhythmically sliding up and down inside her without any issues.

The sword-sworn is looking to the ceiling while caressing her own breasts and with her mouth gaping wide open. She is clearly suppressing herself from moaning each time Rowland's powerful thrusts make her jump, along with his own balls.

I blank out for a moment as the sight serves to pour a cold bucket of water on the embers of my lust. Thankfully, I didn't directly witness Aisha and Tsek do this. There's no way I'll ever do something that gross-looking or allow Leomi to either. I shake my head and discreetly slip away.

That being said, it might be necessary to have children... but I can probably figure out a way that doesn't require taking something that big in. It could be interesting. Sister?! Calm down first, it's no different from being sodomized or fingered and we want both from Leomi, a cock is just bigger.

But... But naught, you weren't disgusted so there is no issue in trying out at some point. I, I guess, maybe? Don't go telling Leomi you don't want to or you'll find yourself facing one of those before you're ready to try, besides, she wouldn't... Agree to be taken by anyone else, I know, or me, and I can tell you have no interest so stop teasing.

Good for Yvonne, though. He did appear to have the required enthusiasm to handle her and that size... I shiver. But she barged into our room for... you know. You know her, she could have been checking up on us to make sure we were okay and then got caught up with the spectacle.

Leomi likely took the fact she's straight as a challenge and pushed until their relationship went past the platonic stage. Not to mention that she likely sought out whatever companionship she could considering what she went through at the time Yvonne entered her service.

I carefully make my way downstairs, moving somewhat awkwardly because of the combination of a tight dress with a rather sore anus. I wonder how Lance feels. I repress a grimace as well as a chuckle because Leomi and Vikiana enter my field of vision.

Viki is hugging her daughter close to her chest with an utterly confused expression as she whispers short phrases in her ear, likely trying to soothe her from what she confirmed about my humanity and the aftereffects of my betrayal.

The former wears her thick warrior clothes while the latter is in a white and light blue tight slit dress with only an uncovered right shoulder that I can see from behind, rather similar to my dress in fact. I purposefully hit the talon of my boot on the staircase's as I take one more step down to make noise.

My action is either out of consideration to tell them they're not alone, out of cowardice to avoid finding out if Leomi is crying, or out of respect for our decision not to see each others' dresses before we meet in the ballroom.

Whatever my reason is, perhaps I even have several, the mother leaves the house with her almost limping daughter, her hand laid protectively in the small of her back to help her walk.

The scene causes me to wish for the two to reconnect, which would at least bring a positive to this disaster of my making, as well as furiously hope Leomi didn't say a word of what I did to her.

I decide to sit to wait for Yvonne and Rowland to join me in the lobby, which might take them quite a while depending on how aroused we made her and how much endurance the uselessly large man has at his disposal. At least, I think it's a matter of stamina if I've correctly interpreted the meaning of some jeers.

In fact, Uhla and Nahl enter this undersized manor before they make it down. The latter's presence isn't so surprising, and neither is the former's in fact considering her work ethics, but the Hospitalier uniforms they're wearing very much are.

“What are you two up to?” I ask suspiciously.

“Escort duty.” Uhla replies with a sigh.

“Grand Commander Lance mentioned you would refuse any formal escort so she told us to accompany you.” Nahl corrects.

I raise an eyebrow at the fact he let slip too much information and, in so doing, he revealed her attempt to avoid the task. It makes me smile but causes her to throw him a furtive glare.

The, apparently, former Templar smiles back at me, in blissful ignorance of the problems his honesty caused, while also trying to avoid checking me out. I shrug and invite him to take a seat that he refuses with a shake.

Uhla, on the other hand, accepts without being offered and starts rifling through a pouch that hung at her back. She soon takes out a small wooden box and gets up to walk up to me. She opens it and takes a coal-black stick with a round end.

“Savage.” She mumbles as she glances at the broadsword hilt peeking above my left half-shoulder. “Raise your chin.” She demands but doesn't dare to step in my personal space first.

“What is it?” I ask, used to her acting standoffish with me.

“It's makeup, I'll add a touch of coal to the contour of your eyes so as to enhance them.” She explains obediently in spite of her reluctance. “I have some red for the cheeks as well but it wouldn't suit you.”

“Oh.” I say and glance up to Nahl who is failing to act nonchalant.

He immediately turns away and starts running his gaze across the lobby as if that's what he was doing all along. Uhla exaggeratedly rolls her eyes, making me smile and raise my chin.

“Go ahead, and thank you. I'm no good with these things.” I tell her.

“Clearly.” She mumbles with a quick glance down at my boots.

“Can't fight with a rabbit-trap on my feet.” I explain.

“Don't dance with anyone you wish to befriend, barbarian.” Uhla advises casually but with a tiny smile as she reaches out to my eyelids with the coal-black stick.

“Go criticize someone else.” I reply, the words come out harsher than I originally intended but I don't consider apologizing because I do mean them.

“Most of the rabble isn't worth the waste of air.” She responds offhandedly.

I blink in surprise as her indirect recognition of my worth, which causes her to hurriedly pull her hand back with a simultaneously relieved and annoyed sigh to clearly signify I almost messed up her work. I find the girl even more interesting so I take care to hold still as she holds my eyelid with her left hand to resume drawing the black lines.

In spite of my efforts, a golden jay suddenly twirls around the edge of my umbrella and land-crashes atop my head which startles her because, from her perspective, it suddenly appeared in her field of vision. She messes up a line, forcing her to take a handkerchief out and dip it in water to correct her mistake.

“Wild animals made of flow.” Uhla grumbles.