They ate in pleasant silence, all of them enjoying the food. Alvin caught Jarvis surreptitiously eating in the kitchen and frowned, but didn’t say anything about the unusual behavior. When the meal finally came to an end, Jarvis was there to clean the plates away.
“That was damned good,” Alvin said.
“Dessert is even better, sir,” Jarvis said as he pushed a covered cart to the table. “It shall be a simple banana split.” Jarvis pulled a small blowtorch out from under the cart. “Please enjoy the show.”
Jarvis set a tray shaped like a painter’s palette on the table, and Alvin could see all sorts of different toppings arranged on it. Next, he brought out a large platter with bananas sliced in half lengthwise, lit the torch, and finished putting the glaze on them. Wintersbreath watched the presentation with fascination; Kuro was doing the same, but hiding it better. Once the bananas were done, he turned off the torch and put it away, then turned to the hand-crank mixer on the cart.
“I will now make the ice cream,” Jarvis explained.
Alvin didn’t know what he was doing, but he was fairly certain that Jarvis was using liquid nitrogen to freeze the cream. Clouds of white gas rose out of the mixing bowl as he cranked the handle and mixed the cream.
After a few minutes, he scooped out the ice cream, placing scoops between banana halves. Topping the dessert with whipped cream, Jarvis finally set the finished dish on the table. “Enjoy.” Jarvis retreated with the cart, leaving the four people staring at the dessert.
“Might as well give it a go,” Alvin said, picking up the serving spoon Jarvis had left. Taking a fourth of the ice cream, Alvin handed the serving spoon to Becky.
Alvin waited, watching the others all take a portion and top theirs with the various toppings. Once everyone was ready, Alvin grinned as he took a bite of his. Freshly made vanilla bean ice cream, caramelized banana, and the butterscotch drizzle he had put on it mingled perfectly.
His sound of approval was mirrored by the other three, making Alvin chuckle. Everyone was focused solely on the dessert, enjoying themselves in silence. When he finally pushed his empty plate away, Jarvis was there to collect it.
“Going to spoil us,” Alvin chuckled.
“It is the least I can do, sir.”
“Amazing, Jarvis,” Becky said. “You’ll show me how you did the ice cream later, right?”
“I would be glad to, miss.”
“I don’t know what any of that was, but it was so sweet, and the frozen part was amazing,” Wintersbreath said.
“Ice cream,” Becky said, turning to her and launching into an explanation of the dessert.
“Hero,” Kuro whispered, leaning toward him slightly, “what are you going to do about Wintersbreath’s sleeping arrangements?”
“I need to finalize those,” Alvin said, looking for the pad he had left with Becky.
“Here it is, sir,” Jarvis said bringing him the pad, along with a pot of coffee and cups for everyone at the table.
“Thanks,” Alvin said as he looked at the pad. All of Becky’s suggestions were listed under a separate tab, and none of them had been added to the cart. Sipping at his coffee, Alvin added a couple of Becky’s ideas and removed some of his. A few minutes later, he purchased the changes.
Wintersbreath gasp caught his attention as he let the pad vanish. Her eyes were looking at the wall out of Alvin’s easy view. “Where did that door come from?”
“Magic. That will be your room while we finish burning the forest down,” Alvin said, standing.
Wintersbreath glanced to Becky, who gave a small shrug. “I won’t be sharing your bed, then?”
“Not tonight, at least,” Alvin said. “I wish you a good night. We’ll be heading out after breakfast, so I suggest getting some sleep. Jarvis can assist you if you need anything.”
“I... see,” Wintersbreath said, looking nonplussed at the situation. “I wish you a good night, then.” She left the table for the new room, the door clicking shut behind her.
“Shall we go to bed?” Alvin asked, motioning the other two toward the bedroom.
“As you wish, Hero.”
“Yes,” Kuro said, clearly puzzled. She briefly looked over to the other room before she followed Becky.
Chapter Forty-four
Walking behind Becky and Kuro, Alvin enjoyed the contrast between them. His mind went back to the shower earlier when Kuro had knelt before him, and his body reacted to the memory. Alvin wondered if Kuro was ready to say what she had almost said then.
Shutting the bedroom door behind him, Alvin watched the women head for the dungeon. Curious, he trailed after them and saw both of them naked when he entered the room. “Play time?”
“Yes, but with a purpose,” Becky said. Kuro moved into position for the standing bondage ring. “Someone has a hard time saying things and asked for help.”
Kuro met Alvin’s eyes before looking away. Alvin’s brow furrowed slightly, “Is this punishment for not saying, or a reward for admitting?”
“Reward,” Kuro said softly.
“I’m fine with that,” Alvin said, getting out of Becky’s way as she started to bind Kuro to the ring spread eagle. “I’m an observer?”
“To start,” Becky said with a sultry smile. “It will all depend on what Mousie has to say.”
Alvin fell silent as he watched his lover bind Kuro. Becky moved with surety and a hint of tenderness as she strapped Kuro into place. Much as I do when I’m playing with her, Alvin smiled.
“We’ll start small and the more you admit, the more you will receive. Understood, Mousie?”
“Yes, Gothy.”
Alvin took a seat on one of the tables, watching silently as Becky collected a number of implements that she placed out of Kuro’s sight. He had expected the paddles, the floggers, and even the crop, but not the clamps and weights.
“Blindfolded, or not?” Becky asked.
Swallowing, Kuro shook her head. “No, thank you, Gothy.”
“Let’s begin, then,” Becky said, picking up the padded paddle first.
The first strike seemed to calm Kuro; her eyes closed and she took a few deep breaths. Minutes ticked by while Becky paddled Kuro’s ass and thighs. When she finished, Becky set the first paddle aside and picked up the leather one next.
“Start talking, or I stop,” Becky said softly, dragging the leather paddle over Kuro’s ass.
Letting out a deep breath, Kuro licked her lips, her eyes still firmly shut. “You scare me, Hero. Men are evil, rapacious beasts, and you are male.” Breath starting to speed up, Kuro paused before continuing. “You’re... not, though. You’ve not done anything to force yourself on me. I’ve seen you looking, but you don’t leer or make comments. You aren’t what I’ve known from the men of my world.”
The first slap of the leather paddle came after a long pause. Becky followed the same pattern she had before, all the time whispering soft words of encouragement to Kuro. When she put the paddle aside, Kuro took another deep breath.
“Gothy has made me admit my feelings, and told me I would accept them in time. I refused to believe her. I would never want your arms around me, holding me, cradling me, protecting me. I lied over the last few days, lied to myself, as I watched you two together. I wanted what she was willing to share with me, even as I denied it to myself. When we were in the shower a couple of days ago, when I washed you... that was when I began to admit the truth to myself.”
A long pause followed, prompting Becky to pick up the lighter flogger. Becky plied it across Kuro’s body with grace, and the sight of what was happening and Kuro’s confessions were causing Alvin to tent his shorts. Becky came around to work on Kuro’s front and smirked at him.
“Take them off, Hero. It’ll be alright,” she giggled at him.
Kuro’s eyes opened for a moment while he did as Becky suggested, leaving them all nude. Biting her lip, Kuro closed her eyes again as Becky continued the flogging. Minutes ticked by, but in time, Becky set the flogger aside and Kuro started
to speak once more.
“I’ve been trying to figure out how to reconcile myself with my feelings. I couldn’t, no matter how much I wanted to... I couldn’t admit to you what I wished. You changed that earlier today. You were slow, cautious, tentative. You cared for my fear, touched me... then, we played a dangerous game as we both pleasured Gothy. That game changed what I thought. When our tongues met, I froze, but you didn’t push for more. I was able to meet you in that moment, to accept you and to let my need for you be seen. Then you kissed me and I welcomed it. I reveled in it and wanted more. Then the moment broke, and I felt shame... shame that I had tried to have you without Gothy’s approval. To take what belongs to my Matriarch is a crime.”
The heavy flogger landed, and Kuro gasped, squirming in place. Becky took her time, flogging Kuro, moving in the exact same pattern she had before. Alvin tried to calm himself, knowing that Kuro was about to confess even more when Becky had interrupted. But he also knew that Kuro had paused again, which is why Becky had started.
When Becky stopped the flogging, Kuro was panting and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She opened her eyes, looking up to meet Alvin’s. “When Gothy followed me, she made me admit the truth. I told her that she was right, and that I wanted what she had: intimacy with you. After telling me what to do, she brought me back to the shower. I did what she has done for you time and again, and I know now that it is a rush to take you into my mouth, to feel you react to my every motion, and to know that I’m the one bringing you to ecstasy. I want more, Hero. Gothy agrees that I can have more, but says you must agree… Please.”
The last word was a plea of need that tugged at Alvin. “I’ll give you as much as you can take, Mousie. Gothy will always be first, but I’ll accept you.”
Kuro began to cry deep, wracking sobs. Becky and Alvin hugged her, stroking her hair and whispering softly that her everything was okay. “Thank you,” Kuro managed in between sobs.
“That’s it for tonight, Mousie. We’re going to bed, all of us,” Becky said after Kuro had begun to calm down.
“Anything you wish, Gothy,” Kuro sniffled.
“We’ll have you between us. Snuggled in, safe and protected.”
Alvin helped Becky unstrap Kuro, steadying her when Kuro’s legs buckled. “I got you,” he said, scooping her up.
Eyes wide, Kuro flung her arms around his neck as he carried her toward the bedroom. “You shouldn’t—”
Alvin silenced her objection by kissing her softly. When the kiss ended, Alvin smiled at her, “You wanted to be accepted, so that means I’m in charge.”
Kuro’s breathing stopped, her eyes widening. “You’ll treat me well, right?”
“I’ll treat you as I do Gothy. Isn’t that what you want?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll clean up the dungeon tomorrow,” Becky said from right behind them.
“I figured,” Alvin chuckled. He laid Kuro down gently on the bed. “I’ll go clean up. You take a few minutes with Mousie.”
“As you wish, Hero.”
When Alvin returned, they were lightly stroking each other, sharing a tender but passionate kiss. Climbing into bed beside Kuro and sandwiching her between the two of them, he claimed kisses from each of them.
They spent the next few hours bringing Kuro pleasure, then Alvin and Kuro teamed up to pleasure Becky. All of them came more than once by the time they finished. Alvin was the last one awake, Kuro having passed out during her fifth orgasm, and Becky having drifted off to sleep once she had milked Alvin one more time.
Well, that was certainly not what I expected, but I’ll be damned if I complain about it. Alvin’s thoughts grew fuzzy as sleep rushed up to claim him. Check with them in the morning... make sure they’re both sure about this.
~*~*~
Dreams of Becky instructing Kuro on how to please him lingered in Alvin’s mind as sleep began to fade away. Alvin grasped after the dreams, not wanting them to end.
“That’s it. Use your tongue just like that, Mousie. See his eyes twitching? He’s going to wake soon,” Becky whispered.
“Fuck me,” Alvin panted, his eyes opening to find his dreams made flesh.
“Oh, we will, Hero. After all, we need to thank you. Don’t we, Mousie?”
Kuro mumbled around Alvin’s cock, sending a rush of pleasure through him. “Fuck, going to cum,” Alvin gasped.
Becky pulled sharply back on Kuro’s short hair, dragging her from Alvin’s throbbing cock. “No cumming yet, Hero. Mousie has something she wants to say.”
“Thank you, Hero. May I please swallow every drop of your cum?” Kuro panted as she asked the question.
“Yes,” Alvin grunted as he reached down to take her head away from Becky. “Just like this, Mousie.” He pushed her down the entire length of his shaft and began to facefuck her.
Becky leaned back watching them, her fingers rubbing her clit rapidly. “That’s a good toy... please our Hero.”
Alvin watched Becky while Kuro choked on his rigid shaft, bringing him closer to orgasm. Dropping his eyes to Kuro, Alvin saw her lust filled gaze and felt his balls tighten up. “Oh fuck, here it comes,” Alvin said, dragging his thumbs up Kuro’s ears even as he pushed her down.
Kuro’s eyes rolled up and she swallowed the best she could as her own body shuddered in orgasm. Becky followed her a moment later, the remote vibrator controller in her hand falling onto the bed as her other hand spasmed on her dripping sex.
With one last shudder, Alvin pulled himself from Kuro’s mouth. Gasping and coughing, Kuro tried to catch her breath, looking at Alvin with watery eyes. The two of them sought to make sure the other was okay with what just happened, and shared a smile.
“Fuck, that was intense,” Becky murmured when she collapsed next to Kuro. “We’ll have more lessons later.”
“As you desire, Gothy,” Kuro murmured, inching over to kiss Becky.
“I hope my heart doesn’t give out,” Alvin chuckled. “We need to clean up.”
“Yeah,” Becky sighed languidly. “We have a forest to burn to the ground.”
“A mission to finish,” Kuro added. “It will be my last task for my old home.”
“Come on ladies, we’ve had enough lollygagging for now,” Alvin said as he got out of bed.
“Maybe for a few minutes anyway,” Becky winked, “but I’ll want some more later for myself.”
“I’m going to die,” Alvin laughed as he walked to the bathroom.
“But what a way to go!” Becky called after him.
Chapter Forty-five
Wintersbreath sat at the table chatting with Jarvis while he prepared breakfast. The door opening pulled her attention to the three leaving the bedroom. “Ah, they do wake after all. It seems you were right, Jarvis.”
“This is the normal time for them to wake. I would be a poor butler if I didn’t know that.”
“What’s on the docket, Jarvis?” Alvin asked as they all took seats at the table.
“I’m putting the finishing touches on a full English breakfast, sir.”
“That’s going to be filling,” Alvin chuckled.
“You have a full day ahead of you, sir. They tweaked the crafting system again overnight. Now, if a buff can be applied to an item, you can choose to add it on while creating that item. For cooking, that means the buffs are not tied to specific dishes any longer.”
“Thank gods, because that would get repetitive fast otherwise,” Becky said as she finished making her cup of coffee.
“That was one of the reasons it was changed, miss.”
“Do all crafters know about it?” Alvin asked.
“I found out when I started cooking. I’m sure they will be notified similarly.”
“That’s going to make for some really interesting weapons and armor,” Becky mused.
“Does that mean if I ask one of our master crafters to make a weapon, they can make it better?” Wintersbreath asked.
“Better, but different. They’ll be able to modify
some part of it differently for each item they make,” Alvin clarified, sipping his coffee.
“Breakfast is served,” Jarvis announced as he brought a tray to the table.
Wintersbreath stared at the full plate that was set before her. “How can you eat all this in one go?”
“It’s a lot of food,” Alvin said, shifting the black pudding on his plate aside. “You shouldn’t need to eat all of it.”
“Thank the Queen for that,” Wintersbreath chuckled.
Breakfast took a while as everyone had a lot of food to get through. Wintersbreath made a face when she tried the black pudding, quickly pushing the rest of it aside, but seemed to love the baked beans. Kuro didn’t care for either of those items, but quickly devoured the rest of the meal. Becky finished her entire meal, pushing away an empty plate much to the others’ surprise.
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