Welldark

With nothing but a short glance, Esther met us in the living room.

The lady of my love sat at the table, turning a mostly full glass of water between her hands. The bottom of the container scraped over the wood. A rhythmic sound, with breaks whenever she had to reposition her fingers. Once outside my shoes, I walked over and gently took the glass from her. “It’s time.”

“Yes,” Esther admitted. “Willt and Arlethia-“

“Are staying at Melina’s place tonight,” I informed her before she could finish the question. “They aren’t here.”

“…Follow me to the bathroom,” Esther requested in her ordering choice of words. “I wish to see your face when I unveil myself.”

The tactless part of my brain wanted to ask how they had been able to dodge this while sharing my room. I was able to feed it the logical answer that Esther had either changed in the bathroom or Aclysia had stepped out first in the morning. Whichever it was, or whatever other solution they had found, did not matter right now.

In a solemn mood, Aclysia followed Esther and I followed the two of them. During this, I was a bystander. Emotional support, where I hoped none was needed. When we arrived by the bathroom, I leaned opposite the open door.

Past Aclysia’s slender form, I saw Esther unbutton the shirt of her uniform. The red shirt lingered on her shoulders for a moment, then a final tug made gravity do the work. In the bathroom mirror, I saw Esther’s tense face and Aclysia’s eyes go wide. The daughter of the Headmaster hid her mouth behind a raised hand.

I was thankful that Aclysia blocked the view of Esther’s back from me. For as much as I treated those scars as a part of her, they still enraged me. I wanted to treat them as no big deal, to let the lady of my love be comfortable around me, blemished or not. Most of the time I could. Knowing how difficult it had been for her to get to this point, the weeks invested in preparing herself to show this to just another person, it made me want to stab the ones responsible.

Aclysia reacted like I had and tenderly reached out to the clock of scars carved into her back. When the fleshy red scars by her shoulderblades were touched, Esther visibly twitched, as if she had just been brushed with an ice cube. “I’m sorry!” the maidly woman was swift to apologize and drew her hand back. “I did not mean to hurt you, Esther, I…”

“It’s not your fault,” Esther assured her, her voice flat and strained.

Hesitantly, the white-haired woman embraced her Queen from behind. Esther reached up and grabbed Aclysia’s arm for support. Like that, they stood there. “Who did this to you?” she whispered.

“My family.” Esther’s response created a wrathful inhale on Aclysia’s part. Tighter, my new haremette held our beloved raven-haired lady.

“I will tell my father to…-“ Aclysia stopped herself and looked over her shoulder. Our eyes met and I considered leaving. By the circumstances of who Aclysia was, she knew more of Esther’s past than I. The kind of intel a background check would reveal. A private talk could have helped Esther.

Rather than stand there and brood over the correct course of action, I decided to just ask. “Do you want me to step out for a bit?”

“No, my Karitas,” Esther shook her head. “Neither do I wish to discuss the details of this, Aclysia. That is a matter for another time… another stage of my preparation.” With a few requesting motions, Esther loosened Aclysia’s embrace. Facing the two of us, she visibly breathed a little easier, when her scars were no longer in our focus. I tried my best not to stare at the reflection of her back in anger. Instead, I beheld her face in love. “Know that I trust you both with this. It is my own inadequacy that makes me hesitate to have the details slip my lips.”

“You don’t need to apologize for any of this,” Aclysia assured her.

Esther gestured me closer. I pushed myself off the wall, then took the three big steps required to reach her. Both of us, she hugged, as best she could. “Thank you both,” she whispered. “My Karitas.” She placed a kiss on my lips. “My Aclysia.” She did the same with the half elf.

We remained motionless for a little while, until I could bear the heavy atmosphere no longer. “Let’s move to the bedroom,” I suggested in the softest voice possible.

It was not that I was especially eager to transition immediately into the lewd activities appropriate for tonight. As a matter of fact, my mind was currently as far from those desires as it could be. I simply wished to take this from the cold environment of a bathroom to the intimate closeness of our place of dwelling.

My intention was understood. I sent Esther and Aclysia ahead, closed the door behind them, then hastened to the head of the group and opened the one to my bedroom for them. The gesture got me a pleased smile from Aclysia and a mildly amused headshake from Esther.

The lady of my love resisted the urge to put her shirt back on, once we sat in the massive bed that I called my room. With two lovely ladies sitting among the pillows, the chamber was feeling like it was approaching the fulfilment of its purpose. It had never smelled better in there. The citrusy smells of their shampoos and general pleasantness mingled into a feminine cloud that enveloped me. My previous commitment to keep things pure for the time being was tested.

Esther folded, then put aside her shirt, placing it next to a little hill of crumpled up shirts that I recognized as mine. That put the first crack in my attempt to remain serious. “How many shirts did you steal?”

“She typically keeps three in rotation,” Esther responded.

Aclysia had the decency to blush. Kneeling on the mattress, feet tucked under her bottom, she rubbed her big toes together in awkwardness. “I have confessed to the state of affairs already,” the maid reported.

‘Is it appropriate to change topics so drastically?’ I wondered, exchanging a glance with Aclysia that spelled out the same question. A look at Esther made the answer very clear. The last thing we should do now was make a big deal out of what she showed us. It would only make her self-conscious. “How was the past week?” I asked the fateful question.

“Difficult,” Esther reported. “I believe Aclysia may be a nymphomaniac.”

“I… wasn’t,” Aclysia’s defence crumbled before it could even amount to anything. “You always masturbated when I did.”

“And I have been growing into a nymphomaniac,” Esther analysed, completely free of shame. Her focus shifted to me. “Having now experienced a prolonged period of exclusive self-satisfaction, I can say that it does not satisfy.” Hungrily, she beheld the new haremette. “I wonder how you will compare, dutiful Aclysia.”

“Poorly, doubtlessly,” the maid responded. Her fantastic ass wiggled on top of her heels. Each little movement was enticing. “I cannot imagine my inexperienced tongue compares to anything Master could offer.”

“So, you two have been good girls?” I asked, only to feast on their reaction. I stood over them, one tall man with two gorgeous ladies kneeling to his feet. My hands placed on their heads made them flush with excitement. Wild black and orderly white hair shifted along their tiny, anticipating twitches. Amber and green eyes beheld me. The difference between them was subtle, between Esther’s challenging and anticipating stare and Aclysia’s anticipating and devoted gaze.

“We did not touch each other, we did not pleasure each other,” Esther assured me. “Despite our daily desires.”

“When did you first masturbate in front of each other?” I wondered. “That very same day?”

Aclysia responded, following a gesture from Esther. “Our Queen returned from her shower to find me deeply inhaling your scent, my fingers deep in my pussy. She was clad merely in a shirt and panties.” Gulping, Aclysia stopped, leaning closer towards my crotch. The bulge there was growing more pronounced by the second.

“The sight of her naked form was stimulating.” Esther rubbed my cock through my pants and I groaned in appreciation. “I closed the door and proceeded to lean against it. She pressed the shirt against her face. We locked eyes. Her fingers accelerated, while my own began their work. She came swiftly, but was insatiable.”

“We did not sleep much that night,” Aclysia whispered. “Steadily, we would wake up, driven either by our own lust or the moans of the other.”

“And your scent, hygienic Karitas,” Esther sighed. “We could not keep our hands off your clothes. We could barely keep them off each other. Is the order lifted?”

“Not yet,” I said and reached for my zipper. “First, you serve me.”