RFC-Mini Arc 3: New Form-11 (Patreon)

The soft thumps of Geneva’s hooves on the wooden floor interrupts the conversation. She comes in carrying three plates of steaming food. Lady Filagree, who has been looking rather bored with the situation, suddenly sits up, putting her glass down for the first time since I slid the bottle of Herbanacle toward her.

“Enjoy,” she says after setting them down, quickly disappearing.

The instructor shows her background as she promptly picks up a fork and knife, gobbling the food with impeccable etiquette. Chuckling, I pick up my own utensils, but am quickly distracted as Kierra leans toward me.

“You smell even better,” she whispers.

“Eat,” I mumble back, more focused on my food. I was serious about wanting dinner, especially when it comes to Geneva’s cooking.

“Oh? When you’ve gone through such extreme lengths to attract me?” She moves closer, practically shoving her nose against my neck. “Do you think I don’t recognize the response of my own body? I’m this close to taking you right now.”

“It wasn’t meant to be a secret.”

I hear Kierra hum curiously. Then her soft lips brush my skin, followed by a quick swipe of her tongue. I almost drop my fork in shock. Crazy elf. She truly doesn’t care about our witness. Lady Filagree is oblivious, absorbed in the food, but she won’t be for long if Kierra keeps it up. Hmph, she’s still underestimating me. Does she think this is enough to shame me? I’ve learned from the best.

When a hand brushes over my stomach before trailing down to my thighs, I open my legs to give her better access. The fingers pause before continuing their journey. Her mouth teases my nape, sharp nips mixed in with her gentle kisses as I continue eating my dinner.

“Oi.”

I look up to Lady Filagree, who’s watching us with a slight frown. “Did you perverts just invite me here to watch your sex life? Cause if so, I’m going.”

“Sure you don’t want to stay? Not even for seconds?”

I push Kierra’s plate across the table. She clearly doesn’t care about it anymore. The same can’t be said for the instructor. She’s practically drooling as she breathes in deeply. Then she pulls it closer with a grunt and digs in.

With the pretense gone, Kierra turns her full attention to me. Her other hand joins the action, crawling up my shirt to fondle my chest. Her panting breaths tickle my skin as her kisses move closer to my face. I stop her with a hand when her lips brush my cheek, dropping my knife to put a finger against her lips. She catches it between her teeth, teasing it with her tongue while giving me a sultry gaze. I feel my knees shake. And maybe I speed up my forkfuls.

“I didn’t expect this.”

“Hmm?”

The redhead points to my wife who is currently sucking on my finger like it’s her favorite candy.

“Ah. Well, what can I say? I’m blessed with an affectionate wife.”

“I would have expected it to be the other way around.” She stares at Kierra for a moment before shaking her head and pouring herself another glass of the Herbanacle. “I watched that elf lift a grown man with one hand and throw him into a wall. Now she’s drooling like a whore when a merchant comes through the door with a ring on each finger.”

“Descriptive.” I turn my head and my elf meets my gaze. Mm, she’s not at the point where she’s completely lost her mind but her face is heavily flushed. She tries to steal a kiss but I dodge, snickering at her annoyed hiss.

“Yeah, well, I’m going to leave before she pulls down your pants.” She stands up and downs her drink. “Thanks for the food. Bring something like this along when you go to the place that serves that stuff and I wouldn’t mind watching you flaunt your wife in front of people for a night.”

“Oh, that’s great. Feel free to take the bottle with you.”

She smiles for the first time that night as she picks up the bottle. “You’re not bad, Tome.”

“Does that mean I can call you Miss Alyssa?” I grin as she scowls. “Lady Filagree is a mouthful. And not suitable amongst friends.”

She scoffs, pulling the bottle closer as she stomps from the room. “Tell the elf I’ll bring her clothes back clean.”

“But she’s right—” I don’t get to finish before I suddenly have a lap full of elf.

“Lou…” she breathes.

I feel her magic course through me, but I relax into it, letting her have her way. Her ardor cools as her brows furrow. “What is…I’ve never seen anything like this. Everything is so strange. None of this should be able to co-exist in the same body.”

“Ah, hold on.” I lift her off me and get to my feet. “If you want to look at me for several hours, I’m going to take a bath first.”