The next several days were a blur of non-important activity. We ate supper. We snuggled. We went to bed, woke up as usual. The weekend was a rush of shopping and laughing, with me dragged about to various places on the arms of competing girls. Hell, even Victoria took the chance to trap my arm in hers, and drag me off to a fancy ass tavern for lunch, with all the other girls tagging along. I’m just grateful they didn’t expect me to pay for it — I’d be washing dishes for a month to pay for that meal!

For all the noise and commotion the girls caused, the seemed generally well thought of wherever they went. Several people freely stopped both Jewel or Victoria as we bounced aimlessly throughout the city, just to talk about some trivial matter or another. Apparently the two of them are rather famous for some reason, and their new choice in clothing had people abuzz with curiosity. If it wasn’t for them twirling and explaining their minimalist attire was their team uniform, I almost believe they could’ve single-handedly caused a fashion revolution!

Red and Flames weren’t bothered nearly as much by the townsfolk, but I assume that was mainly due to Red being Jewel’s servant and Flames’ general disinterest. Nobody wanted to interrupt a servant out with their lord or lady, and Flames was simply too distracted by her own thoughts to even acknowledge the other people around us. Honestly, I had the distinct impression that she’d rather be snuggled up with a book somewhere, than bothered with everything else.

I’ve got to keep a close watch on her. Flames will become a hopeless recluse if I let her; I just know it.

As the weekend finally finished, Hisday rolled around again like usual, with the exception that I awoke to Flames “eating breakfast”, instead of to Jewel as usual. The feel of someone’s mouth working my member, with both Red and Jewel still sleeping snuggled tight against me, put my brain in a fog. It wasn’t until she’d finished and Flames whispered, “Good morning,” that I managed to figure out what was going on.

“Mornin’,” I answered groggily. “What’s gotten into you so early this morning? Everything okay?” I was a little worried; Flames is normally completely independent and not one to generally seek out others. She’d certainly never indulged in ‘breakfast’ like the other two before!

“What time is it anyway?” I asked, as my befuddled brain slowly began to realize Red and Jewel were still sleeping soundly. Shouldn’t they be waking up by now? “Is everything okay?” I asked again, beginning to realize fully just how unusual things were. Sleep was quickly melting away, as fearful apprehension took its place.

“I used magic to help them sleep,” Flames admitted, seeing my worried stare gazing curiously towards first Jewel and the Red. Both of them looked like beautiful angels, sleeping as peacefully as they were. “It’s still the middle of night,” Flames confessed. “I just wanted a chance to talk a bit, if that’s okay.” Surprisingly, she sounded embarrassed. I didn’t think anything embarrassed her!

“Sure.” Not the most elegant of answers, but all my befuddled brain could produce at the moment. “If you’ll keep them asleep,” I whispered, “I’ll extract myself and get up. We’ll go relax and talk in the sitting room.”

Without saying anything, a soft white glow settled in the room, and Flames casually rolled up off the bed. Seeing she had no concerns over waking the others, I slowly squirmed my arms free from under both Red and Jewel. Rolling over Jewel, I couldn’t resist stealing a lingering kiss from her magically sleeping self, before finally easing up out of the bed myself.

Neither of us saying anything, Flames and I both headed into the sitting room, where Flames waited patiently until I was relaxed back in my chair, before snuggling down in my lap, facing me. “Is everything okay?” I asked again, starting to sound like a broken record even to myself.

Positioning her midsection perfectly center to mine, Flames slowly rocked her hips up and down slowly, while leaning forward to nuzzle her head into my neck. “I’m sorry,” she whispered so softly, I could barely make out the words.

“Sorry for what?” I asked, confused, as I gently wrapped my arms around her back and softly stroked her hair. I had no idea what the heck she could be sorry about, and part of me was already tensing with dread over learning the answer. Did she blow up her lab? Create anthrax? Unleash a plague of man-eating eats into the sewers? My mind was racing with possible thoughts of what she might be sorry for.

“I’m sorry you have to escort me to class, and disrupt your own studies,” Flames admitted, shamefully.

“Ehhh?!” Of all the things I was imagining, guilt over my basic reading class wasn’t even on the list. I’ll never understand damn women!

“I’m sorry,” Flames whispered again, sounding as if she was on the verge of crying. “I’m supposed to be help and serve my lord, not the other way around,” Flames whined guiltily, before asking, “I’m not a very good servant, am I?”

“If you’re not,” I laughed, feeling relieved over how trivial the whole issue was, “then it’s just because I must not be a very good lord,” I told her. “After all, me skipping reading and going to your classroom was my decision, not yours. Or are you suggesting it’s a bad thing to let your lord do as he wants?” Cocking an eyebrow quizzically, I tried hard to give her the stink eye, while on the verge of laughter.

“No, that’s not it,” Flames sighed, snuggling up tight against me. “Of course, you can do what you want — should do what you want,” Flames corrected. “It’s just that you shouldn’t feel like you have to do things for me. You’ve already given me more than I ever could’ve dreamed of,” Flames lamented.

“Well,” I whispered, nibbling lightly on her ear, “What would you say if admitted to just using you for an excuse to do what I wanted to do anyway?”

“I’d have to wonder if you were lying to just make me feel better,” Flames admitted, stubbornly.

“No lie,” I laughed softly, so as to not wake any of the others. “Honestly, I hated the reading class last week. I felt like a giant freak surrounded by all the kiddies in there, and the teacher was a midget who wasn’t much better. I enjoyed it almost as much as I would’ve enjoyed getting a blowjob from a porcupine. Actually,” I admitted softly into her ear, “I’m happy as hell to go with you today, just so I don’t have to go back there.”

“Honestly?” Leaning back in my lap, Flames stared directly into my eyes.

“Honest,” I assured her, half laughing as she seriously studied my expression for signs I was lying. As long as I’m being honest, I’ve got to admit — if just to myself — I never would’ve pictured Flames to be one to actually care if she took advantage of me. I thought all she cared about was her own research and learning. I may need to reevaluate my thinking; she might be a better servant than I was giving her credit for.

“Then all’s good,” Flames finally decided, after staring unblinkingly into my eyes for several long, judgmental moments. Leaning forward, she passionately wrapped her mouth around mine and tried to suck out my tonsils with her tongue. Rocking up and down wildly passionately in my lap, her hands greedily rubbed and caressed all over my body, and her mouth hungrily sucked and nibbled all over me. If it wasn’t for my healing gift, I would’ve became ‘The Man of a Million Hickies” by the time she finished ravishing me what felt like hours later.

Drifting off to exhausted slumber, I couldn’t help but think, “I just got man-raped.” Oddly enough, I can’t say I actually had any real objections to the experience though.

Waking the next morning, Flames still snuggled possessively in my lap, rocking up and down gently. Yawning widely proved to be a mistake, as Flames once again half gagged me; trying to suck my tonsils out with her tongue. Where the hell did she ever learn to kiss at?!! I sincerely hope she wasn’t taking her ritual ceremony as some sort of standard for what I actually enjoyed and expected from her.

I’d truly forced myself roughly upon her then, like an utter asshole. Then I’d been just as wild and demanding in the tub a few days ago. When you think about it, it’s no real mystery why she’s as rough and aggressive a lover as she is. I’ll have to teach her better, sometime soon.

“If you two are going to class,” Victoria laughed, as she headed out the door with Jewel and Red, “you’d better hurry up. The last bell rung just a few minutes ago.”

“Wait a moment…” Blinking confusedly several times, I pushed Flames back slightly so I could get a better look around. The magic lamps in the room streamed bright yellow light boldly all about, a prime indication that the sun had already proudly risen quite some time ago. The smell of bacon and eggs drifted gently from the kitchens, and all three of the girls had just left the room together, fully dressed in their provocative little outfits.

“Shit!” Leaping up, I half tossed Flames over onto Victoria’s couch as I rushed to the bedroom. “Grab whatever you need!” I shouted to Flames as I rushed to slide on my pants as quickly as possible. “We’re going to be late!” Dashing to grab the book, quill, and ink for my reading class, I hurried back into the sitting room without bothering to put on any shirt or shoes.

Flames laughed freely as I grabbed her hands and tugged her madly out the door. Together, we ran breakneck towards the Alchemy building just as fast as we could.

Rushing into the laboratory where Flames’ class was held, there was only a total of three young ladies in the room before the bell signaling the start of class rang – a young woman looking to be in her early twenties, which I assumed was the teacher, and two other young ladies who appeared to be around the same age as Flame and me.

“Nice to see you made it on time, Flames,” the one I assumed to be the instructor nodded in our direction. “And I assume this one is your Lord?” Wrinkling her nose as she stared at me, I had the distinct impression that this woman held her mice in higher regard than she did me.

“He is,” Flames verified, sliding behind a table and standing in front of a tall stool. I wasn’t certain why she didn’t sit down, but the other girls were all standing as well.

“Then I’ll need to talk to you about what’s appropriate dress for your slave in this room later,” the instructor snorted, glaring at me harshly.

“These clothes are appropriate,” Flames replied for me. “My lord dresses me as he wishes, and as I explained to you last time, you and the stupid school regulations can just piss off. Unless,” Flames half laughed, “you want to take the issue up with The Keeper of Oaths, that is.”

“I’m not telling you how to dress,” the instructor snapped, moodily. “But I do want him to understand the risks and dangers which he’s exposing everybody here to, by flaunting his lust over the regulations.”

Seeing the tit-for-tat being exchanged back and forth between Flames and the teacher, I coughed and shrugged my shoulders casually. “There’s no risk,” I assured the teacher, hoping I was right, while sniffing my nose in the air with the image of utmost confidence in my words. “I’ll dress – or not dress -- Flames however I desire. Unless, of course,” I sniffed disdainfully, trying hard to imitate the snootiest person I could, “you want to inform His Majesty, the temple, and the knights that their waivers don’t happen to apply in your classroom for some reason?” I’m not normally a hateful or snooty person, but I felt I had to support Flames after her worried confession this morning.

“Of course they apply here,” the instructor snipped. Stomping up to the front of the classroom, she proceeded to completely ignore me and Flames now. “Today, we’re going to discuss the properties of ankleweed, thornberry, various river moss, and doombloom.”

Since it was obvious she wasn’t going to bother any more with me and Flames — it actually appeared that she wasn’t even going to acknowledge we were even present anymore — I relaxed and sat down cross-legged in the floor beside Flames. Hopefully being out of sight would help me become out of mind, and things would calm back down and return to normal for Flames.

Pulling open my book, I leaned my head up against Flames’ leg and tried to focus on my own studies as much as possible.

With the morning turning into afternoon, the teacher never stopped class to take a break for lunch. From the soft grumbles coming from the other two girl’s stomachs, I was certain this wasn’t the usual experience they expected, and assumed it was meant as a means to annoy me and Flames. I suppose she thought it she was difficult, we might transfer out to become someone else’s problem.

Gently rubbing my hands up the inside of Flames’ leg, I softly pinched her tender woman parts to get her attention. “You’re not hungry,” I assured her, as she glanced down at me, quizzically. “And you’re not tired from standing either. In fact,” I smirked, “with this kiss, you’re full, well rested, and your body feels perfectly contented, much like it would after eating a full breakfast and getting a perfect night’s sleep.” Leaning forward, I gently kissed her on the knee.

Her whole body lightly, Flames half giggled. “Thank you, my lord,” she whispered softly.

“Always.” Trying to hide my own smirk, I turned my attention back to my own studies. Missing lunch wasn’t a big deal for me — most common people seldom take time from their work for a midday break, and I was definitely raised the son of a common lumberjack. Sitting on the ground was pretty much normal for me as well, so if the idiot teacher thought she was inconveniencing me and Flames, she was sadly mistaken.

Honestly, I was rather happy with the whole turn of events as it simply meant the woman had to spend more time teaching the girls and going into better detail of things for them, to cover the extra class time.

As soon as the bell rang signaling the end of class, the other two young beauties quickly rushed out of the room. Stubbornly refusing to show even the slightest discomfort, I stretched and forced a giant yawn. Rubbing my eyes as if I was rubbing the sleep out of them, I lazily asked, “Class over already? I was resting so well.”

“It is, my lord.” Not even trying to hide her smirk, Flames held out a hand to help me to my feet.

The instructor — I don’t think I ever actually got her name — pretended as if we didn’t even exist as Flames and I walked out of the laboratory hand in hand. Honestly, I actually felt a little sorry for her, as I could understand where she was coming from. The safety of all her students was dependent upon her as a teacher, and Flames was completely flaunting the safety rules.

Unfortunately for her though, when it came to a choice between her concerns and Flames’ dismissal of them, I had to side with my servant. I trusted that Flames knew what her bond protected her from, better than anyone else, and I didn’t think she was the type to put innocent people at risk. If she said it was fine to practice alchemy naked, then it’s fine for her to practice alchemy naked – end of argument, as far as I was concerned.