It's Almost Harvesting Season

-Back to the present-

Mac woke up having trouble breathing. What's going on, I feel like I'm being suffocated. Opening his eyes, he looked up to see the face of Mel, slowly breathing in and out as she was sleeping, and realizing his face was stuck between her breasts. He tried to back away, but Mel had wrapped her arms around him tightly in her sleep. Again, I'm reminded of how much she like her hugs...

“Uhwm, Mewwuu, I canh bweav...” Mac said, trying to wake her by softly shaking her.

“Uwah, Mac, what's wrong?” Melissandra asked, still half asleep. Then, realizing the situation, she quickly untied her arms from around him and started profusely apologizing. “I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry...”

Mac tried to wave it off, “It's fine, it's fine, just a hazard of being the in the same bed I guess.”

“You're not upset?” she asked demurely.

“No. I mean, it's not a bad way to wake up honestly, minus the suffocation part.”

Mel looked relieved, “Can I?...”

“Oh yeah, sure” Mac responded, reaching out his arms for a hug.

Mel responded by locking lips with him for a few moments, before smiling at him, and then getting off the bed.

Mac just blinked for a few moments. Guess I'll need to get used to that.

As they went to get changed, Mac noticed she was going to put on the maid outfit. “Err, I know nothing's technically official yet, but it feels weird if you act as my maid still...”

Melissandra shook her head, “You said my butt looked good in it though.”

“That's not...I mean I did say that but I meant we're not a king and maid anymore, right?”

“I need to still pretend to be your maid on this trip though, right?” Melissandra countered.

“I mean, we're gonna be out in the field working today, so a maid outfit would just be uncomfortable” Mac riposted.

Melissandra thought for a moment. “Alright, you win. Are you just going to wear your tracksuit?” Melissandra asked (she knew its actual name, instead of just calling it 'Otherworlder attire', since Mac had talked about it before).

“Yeah, it's originally meant for working out in, so it's perfect for farm work” he added, giving a big thumbs up.

Walking down to the carriage in the predawn dark, their entourage assembled together (some of the guards again nursing hangovers) and headed out for Emma's family's farm. La Hire, following the map, took only 10 minutes before he thought they were close.

“Oiiiiiii!” Mac heard shouting coming from a bit away.

Sticking his head out and looking up the road a bit, he could see Emma, wearing overalls again, and jumping up and down waving her arms to get their attention. Waving back, they stopped where she was at, a path that led from the road to a house a short walk away.

As Mac stepped out of the carriage, Emma ran up and jumped at him, swinging around his neck in a comedic fashion. “I'm so glad you actually came! My parents kept saying I hallucinated you, figuring it was too good to be true.”

Mac caught her mid swing and sat her back on her feet. “I told you I would come, right?”

“Well yeah, but I wasn't sure if you had said you would, or the you I imagined said you would” Emma explained.

“Ah” was all Mac could reply, not sure how much he should worry about the imagined version of himself. “Well, I'm definitely real, I think. Shall we go?”

“Oh yeah. We've got a stable you can put the horses in. I'll need to...introduce you to my parents first, of course” she added with a mischievous giggle.

I don't know if I like the way she said that...

As if to give reassurance, Melissandra gave him a slight pat on the back, smiled at him, and then continued walking after Emma.

Mac shook his head, I'll just leave it alone for now.

As they got down to the farmhouse, the guards went to stable their horses, while Mac and Melissandra walked up to the house. “Ma, Pa, they're here! I told you they'd come!”

A short, thick, slightly rotund man came out, wearing overalls and a straw hat. Mac's initial impression was 'now this guy is a farmer!' He was followed by a pretty woman, who Mac thought looked just like an older, less tanned version of Emma.

“Oh my, indeed they did. Thanks for coming...” the man started.

Emma introduced them, “This is Mac, he's a merchant like I mentioned. And this is Melissandra, his maid” Melissandra did a curtsy, despite being in a brown shirt and pants instead of her maid outfit “and they brought their guards too.”

“Oh my, you're so beautiful” the lady said, walking over to Melissandra and brushing one of her twin-tails with her hands.

“Uh, thank you,” Melissandra said, looking a bit embarrassed.

“Haha, sorry, Emilia can't help but act like a mother sometimes” the man explained.

“Jeez, Ma, your real daughter is right here!” Emma shouted, playfully punching her mother.

“I'm sorry Emma, here you go” Emilia apologized, brushing Emma's hair too.

Yes, she definitely gives off a motherly aura. Suddenly, Mac was hit with a sudden bout of nostalgia for his own mom. I wonder if she's realized I'm gone. Actually...how does time pass? Have I actually been gone that long at all?

Deciding now was not the time to think over such things, he shook his head and focused back on the present. “It's nice to meet you. Should we get started?”

“Oh, I was just finishing breakfast. You need to eat if you're gonna have energy to work outside all day” Emilia explained, walking back in.

Beckoning them to follow her in, the inside of the house had a cozy atmosphere, with a plethora of smells coming from the kitchen. The dining room had a long table, that looked like it could probably accommodate all of them plus the guards if they squeezed together. At the table eating already were two boys who looked to be a bit younger than Emma, but just as tanned.

“Emma, your boyfriend actually came?” said one.

“We thought you had just made him up” said the other.

“No, I told you didn't I?!” Emma exclaimed. “Mac, this is Jack and John, they're my younger brothers. I have some older siblings too, but they've all married into other farming family's so they aren't here.”

That explains the big table. “Nice to meet you both.”

They both sized Mac up, before one said “Please take our sister away, we can't stand hearing about how her future husband will sweep her up and take her to see the world anymore.”

“Yeah, she was talking about it non-stop last night” said the other.

“Hey, you weren't supposed to tell him that!” Emma said, embarrassed, bonking each on the head in turn, which they both ignored and continued to eat.

“Now now, leave your sister alone you two” Emilia said, walking past them into the kitchen.

“Yes mother,” they replied in unison, before grabbing their now-empty dishes and leaving the table and following after her.

The rest of them then sat down (the guards joining) and Emilia passed out bacon and eggs to everyone gathered. Despite their supposed surprise at them arriving, she had cooked enough for all the extra guests.

The father (who he had learned was named Ernest) asked, “So you've never farmed before, but you're willing to help us out?”

“Yeah, I mean, when Emma told me your story, and about how you didn't want to price-gouge your customers, I couldn't just let the injustice slide.”

Ernest stopped eating to look at him, “You're a merchant right?”

“Ye-yeah, why?”

“Well, you're the kindest merchant I've ever met. They're usually trying to haggle every copper out of me they can get, only to turn around and sell it so high that the poor can barely afford to eat.”

“Haha, yeah, I've been told a couple times I'm pretty weird” Mac responded.

“No, I wouldn't say weird. I just wish we had more like you around here.”

“Yes, yes, if we had more like you, we wouldn't have had to send Emma to beg for help,” Emilia added forlornly.

“Hey, it worked out okay, so don't worry about it!” Emma reminded them.

“That's right, let's get to it!” Mac added, trying to help keep things upbeat.

“Yeah that's the spirit!” Emma continued, giving him a big grin in return.

* 3 hours later -

Mac felt like he was dying. He had occasionally worked out before, but a few hours of pulling vegetables had caused his body to start aching all over. I think I'm using muscles I've never used before in my life he thought, bringing his most recent basket of potatoes over to the nearby wagon. Despite how his body felt, he thought he was at least pulling his weight in terms of harvesting. Or at least, he did, until he saw how rapidly Melissandra was digging up potatoes. She was very methodical and kept a good rhythm of dig, pull, drop, dig, pull, drop...

Mac watched her and tried to match her pace. Dig, pull, drop, dig, pull, drop, pull, dig... “Yeowch!” Mac yipped, accidentally cutting his index finger with his trowel.

“Haha, did you cut yourself?” Emma, who was in the row on the other side, asked.

“Yes...” Mac murmured out, somewhat embarrassed at his ineptitude.

Emma put her trowel down, walked over, and put his finger in her mouth, licking his cut.

Mac, eyes going wide and not expecting this sudden turn of events, wasn't sure how to react.

After sucking on it for a few seconds, she took it out it out of her mouth, and then grabbed a handkerchief out of her overall's breast pocket, wrapping it around the wound. “There! You don't want it to get infected.”

“Ah, y-yeah. Thanks!” Mac stammered out.

“Of course! We have to take care of each other right!?” she added, hitting her elbow into his side a couple times for emphasis.

Mac gave a faltering smile back, “R-right!”

Emma giggled before going back to her row of potatoes.

This girl is dangerous, she acts like what she's doing is perfectly normal, but then let's you know she was flirting after the fact.

Turning back to his own row, he noticed Melissandra was now quite a bit farther along than him. Not sure if she had purposefully given Emma and him space, or if she was just that quick, he decided he needed to focus on his own row before he fell too far behind.

Somehow surviving a few more hours, they eventually stopped for lunch, which was some bread and apples brought out by Emilia. The guards mostly seemed in good spirits (besides those who La Hire had barked at for slacking off) and they all gobbled down their food, before returning to work.

They had finished the potato field in the morning, so in the afternoon they started working on the tomato field, Emma giving examples of which ones were ripe enough to pick, and which should be left on the vine to ripen more.

Since this work was less labor intensive than digging up the potatoes, it allowed for more conversation to be had while working. Something Emma was eager to take advantage of.

“So, where you going after Loren? Or are you just traveling around on a whim?”

Melissandra glanced over at Mac, who answered “Sort of both. We're going to Cartegna eventually, but we might meander a bit. I'd like to see as much as possible while I have the opportunity.”

“Oh, I totally understand. You see that over there?” she pointed into the distance, where you could see some snow-capped mountains to the west of them. “I've always wanted to go visit there! It's all flat around here, but from there, you could probably see all of Ositania!”

This put Mac deep in thought, looking out over my whole domain, that would actually make me feel kingly, for once. “Yeah, that might be worth visiting.”

Emma leaned towards him, stars in her eyes, “Right? That sounds like a great place to go next...” she added, elbowing him like she had in the morning.

Yeah I get the message. I need to talk to Mel on how to handle stuff like this tonight...

Mercifully for Mac, Emma had gone over next to Mel and was talking to her now, the occasional giggle coming from their direction. He decided he didn't want to know what they were talking about, and focused on his tomatoes instead.

As the daylight dwindled, Ernest called them in for the day, inviting them in for dinner. Starving, Mac and the rest agreed and went in, sitting at their large table again.

Dinner was as many boiled potatoes (freshly picked that morning) as you could eat, along with enough butter to drown yourself in. Mac ate three before feeling full, while the guards broke out a keg from the wagon (with Mac's suggestion) and ate near half a dozen each.

After everyone was finished, Mac stood up, “Well, we should probably get back to the inn before all the rooms are filled up.”

“Nonsense, you can just stay here for the night! If you're working for us the least we can do is lodge you as well” Ernest explained.

“Of course, since all the older children left, we have enough empty rooms, as long as you don't mind bunking a few in each.”

Melissandra leaned over, whispering, “We might have issues getting rooms this late at the nice inns. Plus it will be easier to start in the morning.”

Mac nodded, “I guess we should take you up on that then.”

“Great! Mel, do you have any outfits with you? I don't get a chance to see pretty clothes up close often.”

Melissandra, caught off guard, replied, “Yeah, I have a few I brought, if you'd like to see.”

“Yay, lets go try them on!” Emma replied excitedly, pushing Mel out the door.

“Hey bro! Let's play rocks” one of Emma's brothers said, looking at Mac.

“Uh, you mean me?” Mac asked, pointing at himself.

“Yeah, you'll be our bro once you marry sis, right?”

“Do you know how to play rocks? We can teach you if you don't.”

Deciding he may as well, Mac followed them to their den, where a circle had been drawn in front of the fire.

'Rocks' turned out to just be marbles, except with small rocks, so Mac picked it up fairly quickly. After a few games, where Mac got soundly beaten by the brothers in turn, Emilia came into the room. “Boys, get ready for bed, you know we've got a long day tomorrow too. I have a room prepared for you as well, Mac.”

Nodding, Mac followed Emilia. The farmhouse had 3 floors, and she led Mac up to a room in the corner of the third floor. “I brought up some hot water already since I figured you would want to bathe. I left some of my older sons' pajamas, too, since you look like you should fit them just fine.”

“Thanks, you're too kind” Mac responded, giving a small nod as he walked in.

“Oh its no problem dear” she said with a smile. Pausing for a bit, she continued with a change of subject, “Emma seems quite taken with you. Well, I think she's been dreaming of having a traveler come whisk her away for years now. Do you...intend to take her up on her offer?”

Well, this is definitely unexpected Mac thought. I'm not really sure how to feel about her mother asking me something so directly. ”Would you...be fine with her leaving?” he decided on asking back.

Emilia nodded, “If it means she was happy, then of course. What else could a Mother ask for? We tried setting her up with a few of the local farm boys once she reached marriageable age, but she rejected them all, saying she didn't want to be stuck on a farm forever. I don't think she hates it here, but...I think she feels confined. She wants to go out and explore.”

I can understand that, feeling confined where you're at in life, having felt like that way as well, before being whisked away to this world. Remembering his days at university, Mac shook his head. “I don't know yet. It feels like a lot to take in so quickly.”

Emilia nodded, “I understand, she is acting rather assertively. I think she just feels rushed since you're only here a short time. Just...if you would, try and say something about your intentions before you leave, one way or another. I'd rather you tell her no then leave her in a state of uncertainty.”

Mac nodded, understanding she was just looking out for her daughter. “I'll try and do that.” I'm glad one woman in this world understands you shouldn't always rush things.

Smiling and giving a small bow in response, Emilia left and closed the door after, leaving Mac by himself. Huh, I haven't had much time to myself lately, have I? he realized.

Quickly stripping and getting into the washtub, he did a double-take at how hot the water was, but slowly slid himself in as his body acclimated to the temperature. Ahhhh, this is nice. The water at the inn wasn't near this hot.

Remembering his bath at the inn the previous night (where Melissandra may or may not have watched him, since he didn't look back to see if she was looking away) he felt a bit embarrassed remembering the events that had transpired. While he was glad things turned out well, he had said some pretty sappy stuff. Although Mel had seemed to like it, so it was probably fine.

Thinking about Mel, he looked over at the door. There was no lock on it, and he had a weird feeling like she was going to burst in at any moment. Watching the door for a bit...nothing happened. Did I not set the flag for her coming in while I'm bathing? He decided to quickly wash up instead of soaking longer, and then dried off before getting into the pajamas and crawling into bed.

Actually, is Mel even coming? Maybe they gave her her own room. Deciding this was fine, since the bed wasn't super large anyway, Mac looked out the window, taking in the view from the third floor for a while. In the distance, he could see the mountains that Emma had pointed out earlier. Maybe I should visit them...

Mac's thoughts were interrupted by the door clicking open. Thinking it would be Mel, he sat up in bed, only to be greeted by a different sight entirely.

Emma, wearing a white undershirt and very short shorts that didn't cover her entire butt, slid in, before slowly closing the door behind her.

Mac, not saying anything, simply raised an eyebrow.

After closing the door, she turned around to face him, putting her hands behind herself, closing her eyes, and standing still, as if trying to show herself off.

“Errr, can I help you?” was all Mac responded.

“What, are you saying you're not interested!? I'm putting myself out there for you!” she said, looking upset.

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Yes! Are you not interested at all!?”

Having recent experience in this type of situation, Mac thought a bit before responding. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Yes!” Emma responded, nearly shouting, “Do you not find me attractive at all?” she added, running over and pushing him on the bed, and climbing on top of him.

Um, this is escalating quickly. I'm not that interesting, am I!?

While Mac was trying to process the situation, Emma straddled her legs on either side of him, kneeled over, and put her lips to his. Unlike the sweet, romantic kiss he had shared with Melissandra the day prior, Emma immediately started sloppily pushing her tongue in as aggressively as possible. Mac was caught off guard by the suddenness, and without thinking he reciprocated with his own tongue. After a while, Emma finally let go, leaning back up, panting heavily. Mac noticed now that she was close up, Emma did indeed have breasts, even if they were on the small side. Her white shirt had become drenched in sweat while they were kissing, and it was clinging to her body, causing her breasts and nipples to poke through as she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

Noticing Mac was looking at her chest, Emma smiled, “Here, you can see them if you want” before grabbing her shirt and starting to remove it.

Mac, in a moment of clarity, quickly grabbed her hands to stop her, “Hold on, hold on, you don't need to do this.”

Emma acted as if she was about to cry, “What, after that, you're still not excited?”

“Um, that's not true,” he added, motioning to his crotch area.

Emma turned her head and looked, staring for a few seconds at the bulge in his pajamas, before giving an “Eep!” and jumping off him, kneeling on the floor looking away.

“Wait, how are you embarrassed now? What did you expect to happen if you got on top of me and took your shirt off!?” Mac asked, incredulous at her one-eighty in behavior.

“I don't know, I've never done this before!” Emma responded, tears starting to flow down her cheeks.

Mac, realizing he needed to calm her down, composed himself and then got down next to her, giving her a gentle hug from behind. “It's fine. You don't need to push yourself to do something like this. Besides, it's not like I have either.”

Emma abruptly stopped crying, looking at Mac in disbelief. “You mean to tell me you travel around with a pretty girl like Mel but you haven't touched her? I could have sworn you were lovers from what she told me!”

“Well, uh, we sort of are. Or, we promised to be in the future. Look, I just don't like to rush into things too quickly. Even this was sort of more than I normally would want to do right after meeting someone.”

“But you're leaving soon! With all your guards helping we might be done by tomorrow. I don't have time to take it slow” Emma protested.

Mac shook his head, “Does...does it really need to be me? I'm sure there are-”

Emma cut him off, “You're really gonna say that while you're here hugging me from behind!?”

Mac, realizing the issue, let go, “Sorry, I was just trying to calm you down.”

Emma shook her head, before turning around and putting his arms around her again “It does calm me down. Besides, after talking with Mel earlier, I want it to be you. I won't ever get this lucky again in my life to meet someone like you.”

Wait, this is her doing? “Did she...put you up to this?” Mac asked tentatively.

Emma nodded, “Yeah I was real surprised. I thought she might be upset, but she encouraged me to go for it. She even gave me permission to lie in bed with you!”

Mac raised an eyebrow at this, “Did she just say 'lie in bed'?”

“Yeah, but I figured that meant...” she trailed off, holding her face in embarrassment.

“No, I think she meant literally just lying in the bed with me.”

“What!? But she said kissing was fine too!” Emma added, eyes going wide.

“She probably meant just like a quick peck, not full tongue-action.”

At this, Emma blushed red, getting more embarrassed then before.

“Look, let's just...talk this out” Mac suggested.

Emma nodded.

As she climbed onto the bed with Mac, she pulled a move recommended by Melissandra, and wrapped her arms around him and pressed her chest against his back. Emma immediately regretted her decision, though. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, she could feel her nipples poking into his back.

“Erm, I thought we were going to talk...” Mac replied.

“I know! I just wanted to hug you...” Emma replied, squeezing tighter.

“Okay, but this is a little too much for me.”

Remembering how excited she had made him earlier, she quickly let go. I need to do something though! I can't let this situation go to waste!

Deciding she needed to be more direct, she went on a limb and asked directly, “What...what can I do to convince you to take me?”

Mac didn't reply right away. He was facing away from her, towards the window, still. After a few moments, he replied, “You mean marry you, right? That's what you're after?”

Emma nodded (even though he couldn't see her), “Yes.”

“And you're definitely sure?”

“I've never been more sure in my life!” Emma responded confidently.

Mac turned around to face her, looking into her eyes “What if I'm not sure though?”

Emma looked away, “I...don't know. If I'm not good enough...”

Mac grabbed her hands in his, “I didn't say that” he responded, shaking his head.

“Then what-”

Mac interrupted her with a quick peck on the lips.

“Why are you...” Emma stammered out.

“Look, you're a very sweet girl. I might even like you too. But its hard for me to commit to something lifelong this quickly. We've only know each other two days!”

“If the marriage is arranged, it's not uncommon for some people to first meet at the altar” Emma shrugged.

Mac shook his head. “I wouldn't want things to be like that. Would you?”

Emma shook her head.

“Exactly. So, how about this...come with us on our trip. Let's get to know each other better. If you still feel that way afterwards, then-”.

“There's no way I'll chan-” Emma tried to protest, before Mac stopped her.

“I understand you feel that way now. But are you saying you've never changed your mind before?”

Emma made a pained face, “...No.”

“Then, if you still feel that way afterwards, we can talk about it.”

Emma was stunned. Did...did I actually succeed? Is this for real? “You really mean it? You're not gonna change your mind tomorrow, right?”

“No, I'd be pretty bad if I changed my mind after saying all that. Here,” Mac put out his pinky finger, and grasped her pinky in his. “This is a way to keep promises from my-...where I'm from.”

“Huh, that's pretty cool” Emma replied, smiling and shaking her pinky.

Mac smiled “I'm glad someone else thinks so, too.”

Emma got hearts in her eyes. Feeling herself heating up, she had to resist the urge to jump on top of him again, worried he might get upset. Deciding on a lesser outlet, she asked, “Um, can we kiss again?”

“Do you mean kiss, or...kiss?” Mac asked, emphasizing.

“Um...kiss...” Emma said, blushing and making her intentions clear.

Mac gulped. Maybe because of the mood that had been set, but he replied “...Yeah, if you promise to keep it at that.”

Instead of answering, Emma sat on his lap, and dug her tongue into his mouth again, which Mac again reciprocated, this time less haphazardly. This is the most amazing feeling ever was all she could think. After a few moments, she felt a bump on his crotch poke against her thigh, but she paid it no mind, instead clutching him closer and pressing her chest against his, as tightly as she could.

Finally releasing her lips when she was running out of breath, Mac grabbed her shoulders to prevent her from going in again.

“Did you...not like it?”

“No, I liked it too much” Mac replied. “I need to calm down. Where did you even learn to do that?”

“One of my sisters explained it to me. She said to just shove my tongue in and play with theirs, and then after doing it a bit you figure out how it works. She made the man she wanted to be her husband fall for her by repeatedly doing that to him.”

“Yeah, I don't think any man could resist that for long” Mac explained from his point of view, shaking his head at the poor farmer who had never stood a chance against Emma's sister.

“Sitting in their lap like this is actually the correct way to do it,” she explained, wrapping her arms around his neck, and going in for another kiss.

Mac let it go for a few more moments before pulling back again, causing Emma to giggle. “I guess I know your weakness now.”

“To be fair, I think I have a few,” Mac responded, sighing.

Emma giggled again, “Okay, I guess I'll need to learn those too,” she added teasingly, before gently hugging him again and closing her eyes. Mac wrapped his arms around her too.

No, this is the most amazing feeling ever she thought. As the warmth enveloped her, she eventually fell asleep.

Felicia Shopping

* Earlier that day -

Felicia took a deep breath, and walked into the clothing store. She was keeping a deathgrip on her coin purse, not wanting to drop (or worse, have stolen) the gold that Mac had given her. She had already hired the carriage to take her siblings to Pearie, and even bought them all a couple new sets of clothes, but she still had a considerable amount left for herself.

Well, I'm going to need to make sure I look nice, Felicia thought. Mel had a really nice maid outfit, it would be nice if I could get something like that.

As Felicia was thinking, an older man in a tuxedo walked up to her.

“Why hello there, madame, how may I help you today?” he asked.

Felicia froze, unused to being addressed this way. I guess this is an upper-class clothing store, they don't expect some random prostitute to stop in. Attempting to compose herself, Felicia forced a smile, “Hello. I would like to buy some clothes.”

The old man gave a light chuckle, “Well, I figured as much, madame, considering you came in. Would you like to look at our dresses? Or perhaps something a bit more...risque? We do have quite a large lingerie section.”

“I just...” Felicia started, before stopping herself. Actually, maybe that's not a bad idea. “Maybe a bit of both.”

The old man smiled again, “Of course! Then, I can give a few recommendations...”

Felicia followed the man as he grabbed an assortment of clothing and started piling them in her arms. Eventually, she had a few lingerie sets, and a dozen dresses.

“Try those on, let me know your favorites, and we can choose a few more from there.”

Felicia nodded, and entered the dressing room. Picking through the lingerie, she decided she liked the black ones best. They always got me the most customers, so I'm assuming I look good in them. Actually, I was wearing black last night when Mac found me too...

Blushing a bit, she set those aside, and started trying on dresses. She normally wore thick, rough dresses that were normal for commoners, but these were all thinner and more silky. Some of them she could clearly see her undergarments through, while others exposed a large amount of her cleavage. Urgghh, I don't know what's best!

Thinking back, she remembered what Melissandra, Mac's maid, had been wearing. While it covered her up, it was also tight-fitting, or at least on Melissandra it was. Since she was betting they were lovers, she figured it would be a good basis to judge off of.

Hmm, so he likes tight fitting clothes on his women? No, maybe he has them wear more revealing clothes at home, and that's just the outside outfit?

Mulling this over in her head, she decided to get a smattering of the outfits she thought she looked sexiest in and brought them to the old man.

He looked at the few she had given him, then gave a knowing grin. “Trying to look your best for a man?”

Felicia smiled and nodded.

The old man nodded back, and then quickly set about grabbing a few more outfits for her to try on. As he was rifling through a rack, he turned and asked, “Do you think he'd like...maid outfits?”

Felicia smirked, “Well, actually...

* Back at the farm-

Waking up the next day, Mac felt rays of sun hitting him in the face, and the warmth of someone next to him on the bed. The events of last night quickly ran through his mind. Embarrassed at some of the things he had done and said, he felt like he needed to talk with Emma again, now that his mind had slept on things. He also wasn't sure how we was going to face Melissandra. Even if she sent her here, I can't imagine she wanted things to go like this.

Turning around in bed, Mac started to say “Hey, can we-” before abruptly stopping, as he saw the person laying next to him was Melissandra, here eyes already open, and leaning her head on her hand as she laid there, smiling up at him.

“What? We should do what?” Melissandra asked, a serious look on her face.

Mac was nervously alternating between looking at her and looking away.

Unable to contain herself after a few moments of this, Melissandra let out a “poof” and started giggling. “What, were you expecting someone else?”

“Uh, yeah, unless I'm going crazy.”

“No, you're not. Emma came and got me before anyone woke up so we could switch places. She was worried what her parents might say if they knew she had stayed here last night. Though it's not like you did anything to be ashamed of.”

Mac nodded, though got red when he remembered their aggressive bouts of kissing.

Melissandra, noticing him going red, asked “You...didn't, right?”

I don't think she would hate me, but I can't bring myself to talk about that. Mac shook his head, “No, I'm just getting embarrassed thinking about it.”

“Why? It's not that different from what we talked about the night prior,” Mel contended.

“I guess that's true...which reminds me, why did you put her up to that? Are you really okay with this?”

Melissandra sat up, putting her hand to her forehead in frustration, “How many times are we going to have this discussion? I like Emma, I think she'd be great to have as a sister in the palace.”

“Wait, so now you're choosing my partners for me?” Mac said, raising an eyebrow.

“I'm not choosing them for you, you seemed interested in Emma, so I helped. And besides, you approached her first, didn't you?”

Mac sat there, thinking about how he had been acting. “Is that...how it looked?”

Melissandra nodded. “It was the same with Felicia. I'm not saying you can't approach other woman, of course, but you need to be aware of how you talk and act.”

Mac nodded, “Sorry, I'll be more careful in the future.”

Melissandra shook her head, “No, you don't need to apologize. I'm here to support you” she added, reinforcing her words with a hug. “Just make sure to support me too when I need it. That's what families do, right?”

Oh...I guess that's true. I was just kinda focused on the present, but we'll be a family in the future. Mac simply gave her a kiss in response, causing Mel to grow a bit red in embarrassment at the tender moment they were having.

After another morning breakfast, they were back out in the fields to harvest again. Emma kept giving him sidelong glances while they were working, and would sometimes go over to Melissandra, where they would whisper together as they worked.

Both of them seemed happy, so Mac decided to not bother them at all, even if he got the suspicion that they were scheming something.

During lunch, Melissandra pulled Mac away behind the stable while the others were eating.

Alarm bells were ringing in Mac's head, “Err, is something wrong?”

Melissandra stopped once they were out of sight of anyone else. “I heard from Emma about a...special type of kissing.”

Mac grew red, both from blushing and the embarrassment of what he had done with Emma the night prior. “I'm sorry,” he said, bowing deeply.

Melissandra looked at him confused, “You don't need to apologize.”

“You're not...upset?” Mac asked tentatively.

Melissandra shook her head, “I'm not going to get upset over kissing...but I'd like to do whatever this was as well” she added, a hint of blushing on her face.

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Mac let out a 'phew' and reached over to Melissandra. However, she pushed him down onto a bale of hay, before climbing into his lap, and wrapping her arms around his neck. She then stopped, their faces even. “...I'm not sure how to start.”

Mac took the lead, gently kissing Melissandra, before slowly pushing his tongue into her mouth. Melissandra flinched a bit in surprise, but quickly caught on, following Mac's lead. After a few moments, she pulled herself tightly to him, pressing her breasts against him, and wrapping her arms around his back instead.

After a few minutes, she let go, panting. “This is amazing. I can tell you're excited too.”

Mac scratched his cheek, “Sorry...”

Melissandra shook her head, “Don't be, I'm glad I can get you...aroused...so easily,” she explained, giving him another quick peck and sly smile, before getting off him and straightening out her clothing. “Let's head back...er, after you calm down.”

By late afternoon, the surrounding fields had been almost entirely harvested, and they had even helped pack some of the pickings into crates for market. Ernest was beside himself with joy, “This is amazing. We've never been done this quickly before! I can't thank you enough. I'll make sure to add a little extra into your pay” he let Mac know as they were stack crates.

“No, that's not necessary. Like I said, you don't need to pay us at all. The money won't make much difference to me, but I'm sure you could use it.”

“Nonsense, I can't just not pay my workers, especially hard working ones like your men” Ernest protested. “Unless...are you saying you're taking my daughter as your payment?”

“I didn't say that!” Mac, now taking his turn to protest.

“Haha, well, if you're really not going to take my money, then I'm considering that the case!”

Mac shook his head, “Are you really okay with your daughter leaving with us?”

Ernest chuckled, “Of course! We've been trying to get her married off for years now, but she didn't want to settle down on a farm for the rest of her life. She wants to go off and be her own woman, and I'm not going to stand in her way. Actually, I'm relieved she didn't get conned by any suspicious men. You seem like the decent sort.”

At that explanation, Mac smiled in appreciation, “I'm glad she has such caring parents.”

Ernest slapped him on the back, “Well, if things work out, we'll be your parents too, right?”

“Haha, yeah, I guess that's true” Mac awkwardly laughed.

They continued working until Emilia called everyone in for dinner again. At the table, Emma made a point of sidling up to Mac as they were eating, as if wanting to make sure he wouldn't be able to go anywhere without her knowing, although it made it a bit hard to eat. Melissandra glanced at her a few times, but didn't say anything. I hope she doesn't plan on doing this for every meal. I'll let it go this time since she's probably just happy right now.

After eating, Mac played a couple games of Rocks with the brothers again, before wanting to go take a bath and lie down. Emma, who had been chatting with Melissandra and Emilia, followed him up.

Once they were in the room, she grabbed Mac from behind.

“What's wrong?” Mac asked, although having an inkling of what she wanted.

“I just need my good night kiss” she said, before leaning up and kissing him quickly. “Alright, I need to go pack” she said with a smile, before heading back out the door.

Mac got in the tub and quickly washed himself, before getting into bed. As he laid down, there was another knock at the door.

Before Mac could answer, it swung open, Melissandra coming in and walking over to him.

“Do you need a good night kiss, too?” Mac asked.

Melissandra did a double take. “Yes...how did you know?”

“Just a guess.”

Melissandra sat down next to Mac, giving him a kiss, before leaning her head on his shoulder. “I had hoped to have more time by myself with you, but I guess it wasn't meant to be.”

Mac decided not to point out that it was partly due to her that this was the case. “It's not like we can't spend time alone in the future.”

Melissandra smiled, giving him a hug. “In truth, I wish I could spend tonight with you, but I should help Emma pack.”

“I'll still be here in the morning,” Mac said, giving a small chuckle. “I think I need some extra sleep anyway.”

“Well don't sleep too long, we need to leave early to pick up Felicia in the morning.”

“Oh...yeah of course.”

“Did you...forget about Felicia?”

Mac shook his head, “No, I'm just worried about adding another woman into the fray.”

Giggling, Melissandra replied, “Okay, I won't say anything to her then” before leaving.

Turning over in his bed, Mac had trouble tearing this thoughts away from the events of the last couple days. Hopefully I can survive until we get back to the palace...

On the road again

In the morning, they were seen off with one last breakfast, with Emilia and Ernest profusely thanking them again for all the help. La Hire had the guards loading up the wagon and preparing the horses (Emma had packed a couple chests worth of items).

After breakfast, Emma said her goodbyes in private, before coming outside to where Mac and Melissandra were waiting. As they got in the carriage, they waved by to her parents, as well as the two brothers, who looked to be sobbing a bit. Running back to them, Emma hugged them both and ruffled their hair, before coming back and getting in again.

Sitting down next to Melissandra in the carriage, Emma closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again, smiling at her two travel partners.

“So...where are we going?” she asked, looking a the other two expectantly.

“We have to pick up the other one I mentioned, remember?” Melissandra reminded her.

“Oh yeah...but where then?”

“We'll talk about it once we've picked her up.”

“Hmmm...” Emma said, confused why they were waiting, “alright, I guess there's no need to rush things.”

Taking the short trip back to Loren, they again ran into a line of wagons waiting to get inside the city. Parking the carriage, the three (accompanied by two guards) walked adjacent to the line to the agreed upon meeting spot with Felicia.

“I think I see her,” Mac said as they got close. While he couldn't see all of her, he saw a pair of bunny ears that he thought belonged to her. Walking up, he noticed there was a throng of people that seemed to be around her. Fighting his way through the crowd, he finally managed to get up close.

“There you are!” Felicia called, rushing up to Mac and throwing herself against him.

“Felicia! What...what are you wearing!?” he asked as she hugged him.

The reason there had been a throng of people around her was now plainly obvious, it being mainly down to her attire. It was a maid outfit similar looking to Melissandra's, but with a few adjustments, such as the skirt not fully covering her panties, and a huge section cut out from the chest, so that the entire top of her breasts were visible.

Melissandra and Emma now also came through the crowed, which looked like they were starting to disperse now that the maid's attention was on a specific person. Melissandra put her hand to her forehead and shook her head, whereas Emma's draw dropped, stunned at what she was seeing.

“Do you like it?” Felicia asked, falling into her seductive voice, as she noticed Mac staring at her.

“I won't pretend like you don't look good in it, but why are you wearing it in public!?” Mac asked taking off his outer shirt and wrapping it around her.

“I thought I would surprise you” she explained. “Are you upset that others are seeing me in it?”

“Sure, let's go with that. Only wear it in private.” After thinking a few seconds, he added, “Anything else that shows that much skin, too.”

“Haha, well, if you say so,” she replied with a giggle.

Grabbing her trunk and guiding her back to the carriage (and getting a few odd looks from the guards), they got in.

As they started rolling on, an awkward silence filled the carriage.

“Ummmoooo...” Emma said, breaking the tension. She looked at Felicia. “I'm Emma. I lived at a farm near here, but now I'm also one of Mac's future wives like you.”

Felicia looked at her, before breaking out laughing, “Oh sorry, I'm not a future wife, I'm just a prostitute he liked so much, he hired as a maid.”

As Emma quickly turned to stare at Mac, he shook his head and quickly held his hands up, “Hold on, hold on, you're leaving out some important details. Like that we didn't actually do anything.”

Emma nodded in understanding. “I thought that seemed off. But...that means the other parts are true?”

“Do you have a problem with a prostitute being here?” Felicia asked dryly.

Emma shook her head quickly, “No! I was just...surprised, that's all. If Mac and Mel like you, I probably will too” she added, giving a nod instead.

Felicia smiled, leaning over and hugging Emma's face to her chest, “That's good, I was hoping to get to know a cute girl like yourself as well. You remind me of my little sisters.”

Melissandra let out a small 'phew' that Mac thought only he picked up on. She then leaned over and whispered in Mac's ear “We should probably tell them now.”

Mac raised an eyebrow, “Tell them...?” he whispered back.

“You're...actual occupation.”

“Oh...” was all Mac replied, realizing what she meant. I had been committing so hard to the merchant role-play I forgot they would need to be informed eventually. “Yeah, I guess we can trust them now.”

“It'd be an issue if we got this far without trusting them...but I agree.”

Emma finally got herself free from Felicia's embrace. “Is something wrong?” she asked, seeing the two of them whispering in hushed tones.

“Yeah...um, I need to come clean about something” Mac explained.

At the unusually serious tone he was giving off, both of them looked at him with rapt attention.

“I'm not actually a traveling merchant. I'm...the King.”

Both of them stared in silence. After a few moments, Felicia asked, “No, really, what did you want to say.”

Melissandra stepped in, “I know it seems ridiculous, but...he's being truthful.”

Seeing Melissandra confirm, the two others had opposite reactions.

“Wait, I'm going to marry a King!? Is that even allowed!?” Emma said, staring at Mac with hearts in her eyes.

“Hahaha, you're telling me the King of Ositania walked into a brothel and purchased me as a personal maid? I hope this makes it into the history books” Felicia responded, laughing uncontrollably.

“Sorry we kept it from you, but we're traveling undercover so I can visit different parts of the kingdom, and learn more about the people and places.”

“So you being interested in my story wasn't a lie,” Felicia asked, starting to control her laughter, and wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Yeah, I was genuinely interested. Same with Emma when I saw her asking for help in town” Mac confirmed.

“I have to let Ma and Pa know, can we stop by again on the way back?” Emma asked.

Melissandra shook her head, “You need to wait until we finish our journey to say anything, we don't want to risk it getting out.”

Emma nodded, “Okay, I understand. Still, they're gonna be in for a surprise when they know the King of Ositania helped them dig up potatoes.”

Felicia nodded, “So will my siblings when the 'house' they arrive at is the royal palace.”

“Wait, what about you Mel? Are you actually the Queen pretending to be a maid.”

Melissandra shook her head, “No, I'm actually his maid.” She paused, before blushing and continuing, “Although Mac has promised to make me his in the future” she added, squirming in her seat.

“I think it's more accurate to say you're making me yours” Mac sighed.

Melissandra shrugged, “I did what I needed to do to win you over. Are you upset?”

“...No” Mac replied, giving a shy smile.

“Besides, I'm nothing compared to Emma,” Melissandra added, nodding and crossing her arms.

“Yeah that's true” Mac agreed, crossing his arms and nodding in turn.

“Hey, I'm right here! I just did what I needed to, too!” she added, tearing up and repeatedly punching Mac.

“I know, I know, I'm not upset,” Mac added, patting her head.

This seemed to calm Emma, who sat back down and continued, “So, can I know where we're going now? I'm assuming that was why I had to wait?”

Mac replied, “Yes, we're also visiting one of the marriage candidates I met when I first got here.”

Felicia laughed again, “Another girl? When are you going to have time for all of us?”

Mac felt those words like a brick to the head. Over the past couple days he had finally convinced himself that having multiple women in his life was fine (if they were ones like those around him now, at least) but he hadn't even considered the implications of that yet.

Melissandra, seeing Mac was visibly worried, “I'm sure we can work something out.”

“Yeah, with Mel in charge, she'll keep everyone in line!” Emma added, pumping her fist. Even Felicia nodded in agreement.

Actually, isn't that about what she's been doing already? Is that what she wants to do? He decided to mull it over and bring up her intentions later.

As they continued their journey, the three girls chatted amongst themselves, with Mac half-listening, his mind jumping between different topics as he watched the fields go by. Foremost among his concerns was his meeting with Eleanor. Previously, they had only been introduced briefly during the introduction ceremony on the first day of his arrival in this world. It had been a few weeks since then, and he had tried not to think too much about it, but it was now staring him in the face. The more he thought about it...the more he realized he didn't seem to mind. Actually, why am I so okay with this...

Thinking about Eleanor objectively, there was no reason to refuse the marriage offer. Adding the entire Cartegna estate to the royal demesne would make the royal family a lot more powerful. Eleanor herself seemed to be a skilled administrator, by Marie's (and her own father's) account, which would help immensely in running the country and making decisions. And...she was quite beautiful. He's pretty sure he had called her 'gorgeous' when Marie asked about it. Mac shook his head, No, I need to consider her feelings too.

Eleanor stood on her room's terrace, watching the road that approached her castle longingly. She knew that the carriage the King was in wasn't arriving until tomorrow, according to the letter she had received from Melissandra, but she secretly hoped he would get there sooner. Despite only meeting briefly when she had visited the capital for the Introduction Ceremony, lately he was all she could think about. I've fallen head over heels for him, and we've barely even met!

While she knew she was probably being ridiculous, for Eleanor, who had gone twenty-seven years without any man showing interest in her, the fact there was one now who considered her attractive, was more than she could handle. She had long since come to terms with never marrying, never having children, and probably having to adopt a child to inherit the Cartegna household after her father passed away. But now...she felt she had been given a new lease on life. She was going to make sure they got engaged, no matter what.

The official letter from Melissandra had come with a second, more personal letter for Eleanor. In it, Melissandra had detailed out very...specific...details on winning the King – no, Mac – over. She seemed to have an intimate understanding of his likes and dislikes. Eleanor had already planned on doing anything and everything she could to make sure he didn't leave without them being engaged, but now that she had this info, she felt almost like she was cheating on a school exam.

Tearing her eyes away from the road, she decided to run through tomorrow's events with her servants again, and make sure nothing would, or could, go wrong.

The King and his entourage had stopped for the night at an inn along the road, tucked away in between fields, so you wouldn't know it was there until you stumbled across it. Unlike the others they had been too, this one only had a few other rooms occupied, with the tavern area mostly empty as they ate.

Emma, who had never traveled before, was just as in awe as Mac had been his first time at an inn. “This is awesome! I always wanted to stay at an inn.”

Mac matched her enthusiasm. “Right? It really feels like an adventure when you're staying at a roadside inn.”

After eating, Mac went up to his bed, staring up at the ceiling of the room he was in. La Hire must have thought that one room would be ridiculous for Mac and three woman, and had gotten him two rooms, letting them sort out the sleeping arrangements themselves. Melissandra had grabbed one and ushered the other two girls into it, shooing Mac away. Maybe she wants to have a 'girl's night' with them? This is the first night all three of them are together.

After a while, Mac felt himself dozing off, but was jolted back awake by the door creeping open. Felicia entered the room, alone, and wearing her negligee that she had had on the first time they met. “They said it was my turn to sleep with you tonight” she explained after she closed the door.

“Oh...” was all Mac could reply.

“Do you not want me to?”

“No, it's fine. I've already slept in a bed with both of them, so I'm used to it at this point” Mac explained.

“You mean like...” Felicia trailed off.

“No, just literally slept in the same bed. Well, I guess maybe we did a little more, but we didn't, you know...” Mac trailed off.

“Have sex?” Felicia finished.

Mac nodded his head, a little red, “No.”

“That sounds kinda fun” Felicia said, jumping into the bed, before sidling up next to him.

“Fun just sleeping next to each other?”

“Yeah, normally the guys would just jump on top of me right away, and most of the time they didn't even sleep in the bed with me.”

Mac gave a pained smile, “Well, I won't jump on you, I can promise you that.”

“Well, what if I want you to?” Felicia said, going into her seductive voice.

“I thought you-”

Mac stopped as Felicia gave him a peck on the cheek. “Hmmm, they said I could do a little more, but I think I'm good with that for now.”

“For now?” Mac asked, not sure if he was relieved or disappointed.

“Yeah, I wanna talk for a bit, now that I've got you alone.”

“Um, that's fine...was there something in particular?” Mac asked, wondering what she had wanted to wait until they were alone to ask.

“Yeah...are you really okay with hiring me as a wet-nurse for your children? Mel keeps telling me it's fine, but it seems like she kind of forced you into it. You seemed like weren't totally on board, maybe because of you're...actual occupation” she added with a smirk.

Mac grew red thinking about the situation, “It's not that I don't want to hire you, but doing something like that...”

Felicia looked at him pointedly. “You mean sex? I'm not some maiden who's going to blush if you use the word” Felicia explained, rolling her eyes.

Mac took a deep breath to compose himself. I guess I'll just be clear with her. “Yes, I guess I'm concerned about having sex with you just for that kind of reason” he explained, his face managing to stay composed.

Felicia crossed her arms and closed her eyes, looking deep in thought. “Are you the kind of person that wants to have feelings for the other person? Otherwise it doesn't feel right?”

“Yes! Exactly!” Mac responded emphatically, glad she was understanding.

“Yeah, I understand. I've always been the object of men's lust, but not their love” Felicia added with a sigh.

Mac nodded, “So you-”

Felicia quieted him by putting a finger to his lips. “Isn't there an easy solution then? We just need to have feelings for each other” she said, slowly sliding her finger off his lips and down to his chest, poking where his heart was.

“Are you saying feelings are that easy to develop?” Mac asked, though his own heart was racing.

Felicia slid up, putting her face next to his, close enough he could feel her breath on his cheeks, while playing with his hair. “Well, let's say you're stuck in a bad situation. Like...working in a brothel to support your family, perhaps? And then one day someone shows up, offering to whisk you away and make all your problems go away. Gives you a job so you don't have to sleep with different men every night. And they'll even take care of your family, too. Are you saying you wouldn't feel...anything...for that person?”

Mac paused for a bit, before replying “I guess I would.”

Felicia smiled. “I'm glad you understand how I feel then, too” she replied, before leaning over to give him a kiss on the lips. Their faces close together, Mac could see a tinge of red on her cheeks. “I better stop there or I'll jump you. I'd rather not make Mel or Emma angry...”

Mac gulped. Neither did he.

Felicia, thinking for a moment, continued, “I do have one more request though.”

Mac nodded, unsure if he should be worrying or not.

“Can you....hold me while I sleep? The other's said it was very comforting, so I wanted to try it too.”

Smiling, Mac put his arms around her. “Of course, that's easy.”

Felicia shivered a bit, then laid her head on his chest, her ears tickling him under his chin. After a few minutes, he could hear her slowly breathing in and out, as she seemed to have fallen asleep.

Mac sighed, before closing his eyes as well. It's also hard not to have feelings for someone when they act like this towards you...

Felicia woke up, taking a few moments to remember where she was at. It was probably sometime in the middle of the night, with no candles or lanterns lit, and only some soft moonlight streaming through the window and illuminating the room.

She realized she was not laying on a pillow, but instead on a man's chest. Turning up and seeing Mac's face, the events from earlier that night came to mind, bringing a smirk to her face. I get now why the other two seem head over heels for him, doing stuff like that. Even I can't help myself.

Felicia had had sex with countless men, but never once had her heart fluttered. While she may have played it up for the customer, there relationship's had always been of a transactional nature. Now, whether it was the person, the mood, the situation, or maybe some combination of the three, she felt like a young maiden courting her first crush. She had felt her heart swelling just from some cuddling and light kissing.

At first, she had merely wanted to make sure she and her family wouldn't be thrown back out on the street if her purchaser was unhappy. Now, considering how Mac was acting around her, and with the support of the other two women, that seemed unlikely. Once they were back at the palace, one of the others would probably get pregnant fairly quickly, and then, she'd get to have her own children with Mac too. Having helped raise her younger siblings her whole life, she had always dreamed of having a family of her own one day, and now her goal was within reach.

Silently yawning, Felicia decided she needed to get some more sleep before the morning came. They would be arriving at a noblewoman's estate the next day, who was also a marriage candidate for Mac. She wasn't too concerned, since Mac seemed to make every woman he met smitten with him, but she should make sure she didn't do anything to make their party look bad.

Putting her arms around Mac and snuggling her face into his chest, Felicia attempted to fall back asleep. Mel was right, this is definitely the best... she thought, reminding herself to thank her in the morning for suggesting it.

Once dawn came, the crew assembled together in the empty courtyard, preparing to leave for the House Cartegna mansion.

Melissandra was in her maid outfit, and she had lent a spare to Felicia. Since Felicia's body proportions were fairly close to Melissandra's, it fit fairly well. Emma was wearing a white sundress, which made her normal tan-lines really stick out. “I wanted to wear a maid outfit too, but Mel's don't fit me at all,” she pouted, looking down at her small chest.

“It's fine, you look good in that dress” Mac reassured her, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving her a thumbs up with a smile.

“Geez...” Emma responded, blushing and grabbing her burning cheeks.

'Cough, cough' came from Melissandra.

“Ah, you two look good in your outfits too, of course,” Mac hastily added.

Melissandra giggled after the hasty compliment.

“I wanted to wear the 'sexy' version again but the other two vetoed it” Felicia explained, holding up her hands in an exaggerated shrug and seeming disappointed.

“We're on an official visit,” Melissandra replied, shaking her head.

After they were loaded up, the carriage took off down the road. The inhabitants were mostly quiet as the rolled along, Melissandra having explained the importance of the visit going smoothly, which had caused the others to be nervous.

Mac, for his part, was thankful for the silence. He thought things would probably go well, but it was an adjustment to go back to 'King' mode. It had mostly been a non-concern during the travel so far, but now he had to go back to it for visiting with Eleanor.

Seeing him deep in thought, Melissandra grabbed his hand and gave it a light squeeze, before leaning in to whisper, “Don't worry. Just treat her like you treated us, and everything will be fine” and adding a peck on his cheek for good measure.

“Thanks,” Mac simply replied, with a smile. I've thought this before, but I'm glad she's with me.

After a few hours, Mac saw in the distance a large building come into view, much larger than any building he'd seen in this world so far (barring the royal palace). While Melissandra didn't have much reaction, Felicia gave a surprised look, while Emma's jaw dropped in awe.

“Is your place this big too?” Felicia asked, looking at Mac inquisitively.

Melissandra answered, “It's probably a couple times larger.”

Hearing this, Emma's eyes widened. “That's incredible!”

As the full mansion came into view, they noticed a large amount of people gathered around the grounds in front of the building. As they approached, two guards rode up on horses. Giving La Hire a salute, then rode in front and guided their entourage towards the gates of the estate.

As they rolled in and stopped, one of the guards came over and opened the carriage door. Melissandra motioned for Mac to go out first. As he did, he blinked a few times in the sunlight before looking at his surroundings.

More than a dozen maids and half a dozen butlers were curtsying and bowing before him, with twice as many guards standing at attention behind them. After they finished, one of the maids (a cat-human girl) walked up to him. “Sire, I'm glad to see you have arrived safely. Do you and your companions need to rest?” she asked, eyeing the three girls standing behind him. Melissandra merely curtsied in response, with Felicia also doing an awkward curtsy too. Emma was busy looking around, her eyes darting between everything she could see as she took it in.

“They might, but I can see Eleanor right away, if she's available” Mac replied.

“My Lady will be delighted to hear that,” the maid replied, curtsying again before turning towards the manor.

Following her in, the four of them went into a large entrance way, with a crystal chandelier above their head, and a large staircase in front.

“Welcome, I'm so glad you came,” a voice rang from the top of the staircase.

Mac looked up to see a woman smiling down at him, clad in a white dress that almost matched her skin tone, with golden blonde hair down to her waist. She had a protruding chest (a couple sizes larger than even Marie) and was very thick in the thighs and hips area. Of course, what caught Mac's attention first was her eyes. One blue and one yellow, it was hard not to notice them.

“Hello,” Mac said after a few moments, coming back to his senses.

“Would you like to join me for some tea?” she asked, walking down the steps.

Melissandra turned to the head maid. “Could you show us to our rooms?” she asked, before giving Mac a slight nod.

Mac turned back to Eleanor as she finished her descent. She was a good 10cm taller than him, and had a soft smile on her face. “Of course.”

Sitting on a veranda, Mac and Eleanor were each poured some tea by the catgirl maid (who looked like a slightly older version of Kay), who then left the two alone as a light breeze flowed over them.

Eleanor took a sip from her tea, before setting it down and asking, “How was your journey? It looked like you were busy collecting woman along the way,” she added with a sly smile.

“Err, sorry, I didn't mean for it to turn out like that,” Mac replied, scratching his head.

“No need to apologize, they all looked lovely” she added with a giggle.

Mac was struck in awe at the sight before him. Looking at Eleanor, giggling with her hair blowing in the wind, he could only think Yes, this is a fantasy world princess. Well, the purpose of his visit was to see if she would be a Queen, so it fit.

Mac, having convinced himself, asked, “Well, do you want to get straight to it?”

Eleanor took another sip, keeping herself composed. “Of course. Umm....” she trailed off for a moment as if unsure exactly what to say. “...what can I do to convince you?

Mac shook his head. “No, you don't need to. If you are fine with me, I've already decided to accept you as a Queen.”

Eleanor froze. She had been running a thousand scenarios through her head. Melissandra's letter had several tips on winning him over, and, while the letter said it wouldn't be necessary, she had been prepared to give her first time to him then and there if it meant he would marry her. But he had just come out and said it. It was almost too good to be true, and she barely believed her own ears. The only thing she didn't understand was the quantifier attached.

“What do you mean, 'if I'm fine with you'?” she asked.

Mac scratched his cheek, “Well, I don't want you to feel forced into it. And, you might end up not liking me at all. We can call off the engagement if you decide you don't want me.”

“No!” Eleanor let out, before catching herself. Mac's eyes widened at the outburst. Shoot, I let my true feelings out! She coughed, before continuing, “I don't think that will happen.”

Mac looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

Eleanor shook her head, eyes starting to well up in tears. I guess I should just explain. I want him to be my future husband... Taking a deep breath, she told him, “My whole life I've been waiting for a man to see past my curse eyes and want me, but they never came. Years ago I resigned myself to being unloved forever...when out of nowhere an Otherworlder King shows up from thin air, saying they might want to marry me. How could I not be okay with you? The first person man to ever be okay with me?” Eleanor was slowly starting to break down crying.

Mac leaned over and grabbed her hands in his.

“Even if you just want me for my administrative abilities. Or my estate. Or even my body. Please, take me as your Queen. I'd be happy even as a concubine.”

Mac shook his head, “No, I want...um...all of you,” he said, blushing and averting his eyes.

At that, Eleanor started crying even harder. “Do you...really think I'm gorgeous? That's what the letter said.”

Mac got up and knelt down in front of her, still holding her hands. “Yes. When I was watching you earlier, I thought 'Wow, that's my idea of what a princess looks like'. Well, now it should be what a Queen looks like.”

Eleanor couldn't contain herself. She stood up, picking Mac up into a princess carry, and walked over to a couch just inside the veranda.

Mac, eyes going wide at the unexpected turn of events, froze in her arms.

Eleanor laid him down before laying next to him, before putting her arms around him and squeezing, causing his face to smash into her breasts.

After a few seconds, Mac grabbed Eleanor's shoulders and slipped his head out, up next to her face. He could feel her heavy breathing on his cheek.

“You don't need to do-” Mac started to say, before Eleanor interrupted him by sticking her tongue into his mouth, initiating a deep kiss.

Mac, having gotten used to just reciprocating these, decided to do so in this situation as well. After a half-minute or so, Eleanor pulled back, eyes tearing up again.

Mac, realizing she must just be happy at the situation, put his arms around her (as much as he could with her breasts pushing against him).

“The letter said I should do that to convince you to take me. Well, I was prepared to give myself to you completely if needed...”she added, blushing heavily.

“You don't need to do that” Mac responded. “Err, well, it's an awkward time to say this, but I kind of promised myself to do that with someone else first, or I might end up with an ice spike in my back. Not that I would betray her, of course...”

Eleanor sat up giggling, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Yes, your maid, or I guess your concubine, Melissandra was very helpful, even if I didn't end up needing to use anything in her letter.”

Mac raised an eyebrow, “Con...cubine?”

Eleanor nodded, “I read the letter around a dozen times, I assure you that is what she called herself.”

Mac froze for a few moments, looking deep in thought.

This is kind of awkward...was there some sort of miscommunication?

Eleanor grabbed one of his hands and put it between both of hers. “Dearest, is there anything wrong?”

Taken aback at being called 'dearest' all of a sudden, Mac snapped back to reality “No, it's okay, I think I may have caused a misunderstanding.”

“Do you need to go correct the issue?” Eleanor asked, looking a bit disappointed.

Mac shook his head, “No, it'll be okay, and I can't play favorites like that. We're doing things out of order since we already got the engagement part out of the way, but I'd like to get to know you more.”

Overcome with joy at the word 'engagement', Eleanor hugged him tightly again, putting her cheek on his head.

Mac and Eleanor continued talking after that. Eleanor insisted on sitting next to each other on the couch, alternating between holding hands with him and sitting side-by-side with her arms around him, although this wasn't the most conducive to talking, as she would usually start kissing him again whenever there was a lull in the conversation. Mac, for his part, was interested in running Houses and other noble etiquette topics, while Eleanor was interested in tales from his world. Their tea grew cold out on the veranda.

After talking for a few hours, Mac heard his stomach audibly growl.

Eleanor giggled, “Should we adjourn? I think we talked straight through lunch, but dinner should be ready in a bit.”

Mac chuckled and rubbed his stomach, “Haha, yeah, if you don't mind.”

Eleanor smiled, “We can always talk later. Besides, I need to let Father know the good news.”

“Ah, yeah, I should let the others now how it went” Mac nodded.

“Oh, I will need to talk to my future sisters as well!” Eleanor added. “Kelly!”

The catgirl maid, Kelly, opened the door, giving a curtsy.

“Take sire, er...Mac, to his companions room, then have dinner started if it isn't already. I will be joining with Father after I go see him.”

Kelly gave a curtsy, “Of course, my Lady.”

Eleanor, turned to go away, then came back and gave him a quick peck on the lips, before practically running down the hall.

Kelly gave a slight smirk, before turning and walking down the hall, “Please follow me sire.”

As he followed Kelly down the hall, he was reminded even more of a certain catgirl maid from the palace.

“Thank you, sire” Kelly said, without breaking stride down the hall. “I've never seen her so happy in the years I've worked here.”

“Err, well, hopefully I can keep her happy too.”

Kelly nodded.

Since the ice had been broken between them, Mac decided to ask, “Sorry if this is wrong, but, are you related to a Kay at all?”

Breaking her composed demeanor, she fell into one much more familiar to him, “Nyahaha, so you do know Kay. I was wondering if she had gotten herself introduced to you before you left.”

Mac nodded, “Yeah, she's friends with Mel, so I got to know her as well.”

“She's my little sister. Well, half-sister, our mothers are different concubines of Lord Gascon. Hopefully she doesn't cause you too much trouble. I might send a letter along with Mel to keep her in line” Kelly added with a nod.

“That's okay, I...think she's fine the way she is” Mac responded.

“Well, if she does, tell her Kelly will tie her tail into a knot again if she steps out of line.”

Again? “I'll be sure too if the need arises.”

After a couple minutes of walking, they arrived at the room the others were in. It was large, with four beds, with Melissandra, Emma, and Felicia sitting on one and talking. When he opened the door, they all got up and rushed over to him.

“I'll return when dinner is ready” Kelly said with a curtsy, before taking off down the hall.

The three of them looked at him expectantly, with Emma breaking the silence “So, how'd it go? Is she joining us?”

Mac nodded. Emma pumped her fists with an 'all right!', Felicia smiled and crossed her arms, and Melissandra let out a sigh of relief.

However, Mac couldn't share there enthusiasm, as he needed to address something first. “Um, would it be okay if I talked with Melissandra in private?”, he asked, looking at the other two.

Melissandra raised an eyebrow in question, but didn't say anything. Emma and Felicia looked between them. “Sure! I wanted to go look around a bit anyway. Come on Fe!” Emma responded, grabbing Felicia by the arm. Felicia seemed somewhat concerned, but let Emma drag her out of the room anyway, closing the door after them.

“Is...did something happen?” Melissandra asked, worried.

“No, it's nothing bad, I just realized I messed something up” Mac responded, shaking his head.

“Well...what is it then? “

“Do you remember the night at the inn? When I...when we promised ourselves to each other?”

Melissandra nodded, “I could never forget...wait, do you mean-”

Mac stopped her before she could worry too much, “No, I'm not taking it back or anything. I think...you misunderstood.”

Melissandra was confused, “What do you mean then? You were very clear, you literally said you would...have sex with me” she finished, blushing while remembering his choice of words.

Mac nodded, “Yes, but, I didn't mean I would take you as a concubine.”

Melissandra looked incredulous, “Then what would I be? Just a maid who-”

Mac cut her off with a hug, “No, I want you as my wife! If I'm going to marry anyone in this world, the first person needs to be you. I think I've only even kept my sanity this long because you've been with me. I might have gone crazy, being transported to a different world like this, if it weren't for you.”

Melissandra froze as she processed the words Mac was saying to her. After he finished, she pushed him lightly away. “Don't be silly. I'm better off just being a concubine. It's not like we can't still be together like that.”

Mac shook his head. “Even if that's true, it doesn't show my appreciation for you properly.”

Looking at the ground, Melissandra's shoulders started to quiver, “You...you realize I would be a Queen then right? I'm not like Eleanor, I won't be as useful.”

“Nonsense. Things wouldn't have gone as well on this trip if it weren't for you. You said you would support me right? I need you to support the royal family. Our family. You can help support the whole country as a Queen. No, the country needs your support, from what I've seen. You're way too valuable to have just sitting in the palace.”

Melissandra, crying, said with a smile “Dummy, you're gonna marry me just to put me to work?”

“It's not like you're alone” Mac added, smiling as he looked into her eyes.

Grabbing Mac tightly, she gave him a (wet, from her tears) kiss on the lips, before burying her face into his chest.

“So, will you marry me?”

“Yes! Of course yes!”

Sitting on the bed for awhile, while Melissandra cried herself out, Mac kept her arms around her until she settled down.

Giving him another kiss, Melissandra said, “I'm a little sad I have to wait for the wedding now...I want to just have at you here.”

Mac gulped. “I do too, but..I think it will mean more if we keep our promise.”

Melissandra nodded. “I would probably upset the other two as well. Oh, I mean three now” she added. “Um, is it okay if I ask something?”

Mac nodded, “Of course, I mean, we can be upfront with each other. We should be up front with each other.”

“Do you...plan on marrying the others too?” she asked tentatively.

Mac was taken aback, “You wanna talk about this right after we get engaged? Well, officially engaged.”

Melissandra giggled and nodded. “I'm ecstatic, but I can't forget my position. Well, my new position. Especially right after you're asking for my support.”

Mac paused, then understood after realizing she was taking his words seriously. “You've kind of mentioned it before, but you want to fill the royal family with people you get along with.”

Melissandra nodded. Grabbing his hands in hers, she continued, “I don't know Eleanor well enough yet, but Emma and Felicia, I would wholly approve of you taking as well. I want them as sisters.”

Mac raised an eyebrow, “Emma is one thing, but Felicia too? I thought you just wanted to hire her as a nurse?”

Melissandra shrugged, “I did, at first. But she can still be our nurse even if you're married, and I assume you'd feel better that way as well. Do you not want too?”

She knows me too well already. Mac sighed, “It's not that I wouldn't, it's just hard to think about already, we barely met a few days ago. I...if she wants too, I'll make an effort too.”

“And Emma?”

“Emma is going to propose to me as soon as we get back to the palace. Maybe before...” Mac said, rolling his eyes.

Melissandra giggled, “Well, I understand how she feels.”

There was a knock at the door. Melissandra quickly wiped her face off, before getting up to open the door. Kelly was on the other side, giving a curtsy. “Dinner is ready, if you would like to join.”

Melissandra curtsied back, “Yes, we will be down shortly.”

Kelly nodded, giving a glance and sly smile at Mac, before turning down the hall.

“Shouldn't you stop doing that? We're actually engaged now, you really can't be my maid anymore.”

Melissandra shook her head. “If it's okay with you, I think we should wait until after dinner. I don't want Eleanor to think we're upstaging her, that would get our relationship off on a bad foot.”

Of course, I have to think about stuff like that now...Mac thought, shaking his head. “Well, that makes sense. We can tell the others later.”

Walking down, they entered the dining hall, where the others were already. The Cartegna family only consisted of Eleanor and her father, who were already sitting down at the table. Eleanor and her father stood up as they walked over to them.

Lord Cartegna was crying profusely as he gave a polite bow. “Your majesty, I'm so overjoyed for you and Eleanor. I've been waiting so long...” he trailed off, wiping his tears.

“Of course, I'll do my best to make sure she's happy” Mac responded, giving a smile.

Eleanor blushed, holding her cheeks. She then caught sight of Melissandra standing behind Mac, and rushed over, hugging her tightly, chest to chest. “Melissandra! Or can I just call you Mel too? I'm so glad I can finally meet you.”

After being caught off guard, Melissandra hugged her back. “Of course! Me too! I was really hoping we could talk after dinner.”

“Of course! I was hoping to talk to all of you, actually,” she added, looking over at Emma and Felicia too, who were both taken aback by the attention. “But first, let's eat.”

Sitting down between Eleanor and Melissandra, Mac had a hyper-aware realization of the situation he was now in. He was engaged to two beautiful women, in a fantasy world he had been teleported to only a few weeks prior. When he first came here, he had thought he might wake one day and be back in his old world. Now, he was worried he might wake up in his old world and never see any of them again.

Shaking his head, he cleared the thoughts from his mind. No, today is a great day. Mel and I are together. I worked things out with Eleanor. Emma and Felicia are here too! I need to make sure to protect them all now. With that thought, Mac had a second epiphany. Wait, I can't just be 'oh, I'm in a fantasy world' now. I have to take this seriously. I have people who rely on me that I want to take care of.

Mac, gaining a new found resolve, looked at the two girls next to him and smiled. He then leaned over and looked at Felicia and Emma, who were sitting on the other side of Melissandra.

They both froze mid-bite, seeing him looking at them. He gave a small wave and a 'just thinking of you' smile (which caused Emma to wave back and Felicia to smirk) before returning to his dinner.

After all he had been through that day, he was quite hungry.

Later after dinner, Mac was shown to his own room, a large one to rival his bedroom in the royal palace. Eleanor had gone with the other girls back to their room after dinner, and Melissandra told him that she would explain the situation to the others, so he should go rest.

However, Mac was feeling extremely restless, his thoughts turning to his immediate future. I don't mind for my side, but I'm a little worried Melissandra won't have anyone to invite to the wedding. Eleanor too, for that matter. Melissandra was the only one left in her family, and Eleanor only had her father. I guess Kay can come. She might be her maid of honor. Actually, do they even have that in this world? I guess we'll need to hash all of that out...

As he thought about all the planning that needed done, his thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Come in,” he replied, thinking he knew who it was.

As expected, Eleanor walked in, wearing a silver nightgown that was so shear, Mac could make out her undergarments underneath.

Blushing heavily, Eleanor put her hands together, not saying a word.

“Your turn?” Mac asked, blushing himself.

Eleanor nodded, “Yes, they said I could sleep with you tonight.”

Mac hit the bed next to him, “Don't worry, I'm not going to jump you.”

Eleanor walked over, sounding disappointed, “Yes, they said I couldn't go that far with you yet.”

Mac was taken aback, “Were you...hoping too?”

Eleanor nodded, “Yes, I....” she paused, blushing heavily, “I'm already twenty-seven, so I've missed a few years of having children already. I wanted to get started as soon as possible.”

Mac gulped, feeling the blood rush to his groin as Eleanor laid down next to him. The combination of talking about making babies, and her see-though garment barely covering her large curves, was causing him to get heavily aroused.

Deciding to reassure his fiance, and try and calm himself down, he held out his pinky, “Here, wrap your pinky around mine.”

Eleanor, looking confused, did as asked, “Is this...some sort of foreplay?”

Mac, despite the situation, chuckled, “No, it's for making a promise. Once we're married, I promise we can have as many kids as you can handle.”

Blushing so hard she looked like a cherry, Eleanor covered he entire face, “You really mean it?”

“Yeah, that's what the promise is for” Mac said, blushing at his own declaration.

Eleanor, still blushing, asked, “For now, can we cuddle together?”

“Of course,” Mac replied, taking the initiative to grab around her and pull her close.

Hugging him back, she gave a smile, “Ohhh,” she let out as she felt something poke against her. “You're...you're like that already?”

“Sorry...” Mac said, looking away and pulling his crotch away from her. “You're just...really beautiful.”

Eleanor smiled, still blushing, “I'm glad I can turn you on so easily.”

“That's putting it lightly.”

“Say...can we kiss again?” Eleanor asked, but already moving towards him.

Not bothering to respond, Mac reciprocated as Eleanor shoved her tongue into his mouth. After a minute of intense making out, she let go, panting heavily. She then climbed on top of Mac, ignoring his tent pole poking into her stomach, and grabbed the sides of his head as she went in for another passionate kiss. Mac, gasping for air, tried to push her away, but accidentally grabbed the sides of the large pair of breasts lying in front of him.

“Uhnnn...” Elenaor moaned, before letting go of the kiss.

“Sorry...” Mac started, before Eleanor grabbed his hand and put it back on her breast.

“No, squeeze it again...not too hard, but...uhnnn...” she let out, as Mac couldn't help but instinctively squeeze as soon as his hand touched her.

This is probably a bad idea, but...Mac grabbed Eleanor and swept her onto the bed, putting his legs on either side of her stomach to straddle her. Grabbing her breasts again, he gently massaged them while going back in for another kiss, Eleanor moaning in between kisses, her face red, and panting heavily.

After a minute of this, Mac decided to stop before things got out of hand.

Eleanor, still panting heavily, didn't protest when he stopped, instead taking deep breaths to try and calm herself, her face sweating and almost at tomato-level redness.

“That felt...amazing” she eventually got out.

Well, I guess it was worth rewarding her, although Mel and Emma might be mad about it if they find out. Well, probably when they find out. He was now worried his fiance's (and potential fiance's) might start getting into a game of trying to outdo each other.

“Sorry, I stopped, but...”

“No, I know, I hope the others aren't mad at me...but, oh my...”she said, going back to her blushing phase.

“Let's just...keep it at cuddling for the rest of the night.”

Eleanor nodded. Grabbing a nearby towel and wiping her face, she then laid back down, facing Mac, and holding his hands in hers. “You realize...you've made me the happiest woman in the world?”

Mac didn't know what to say at the sudden assertion. “I'm...just glad I can help you. Well, we can help each other.”

“Of course, that's what you're supposed to do in a marriage. A marriage” she repeated, her eyes glazing over in happiness.

“You must be tired. It's been an emotional day, right? How about we just try and sleep now?” Mac suggested, worried she might get too excited again.

“I was hoping we could talk more...” Eleanor said, unconvincingly as she could barely keep her eyes open.

“I'll be here tomorrow. We can always talk more later” Mac reassured her, gently stroking her cheek.

“Okay” Eleanor nodded. “Can I...sleep on your arm?”

“Umm...yeah, I guess that's fine.”

Eleanor laid her head down, in the crook of his elbow, feeling her breathing lightly against his arm.

Wow, that was fast, Mac thought, Eleanor clearly already asleep. She must have been really tired after all that... Listening to her slow breathing, Mac closed his eyes as well, taking in his situation. Melissandra was one thing, but I feel like like Emma and Eleanor fell for me way too quickly. I get maybe I fit what they were looking for in a man, but still....And I have no idea what Felicia is thinking. She might just be along for the ride, which...yeah I can see that.

Mac sighed. I guess as long as everyone is happy, things will be fine?

* Bonus stories -

Girl's Talk 1

After Mac left the room at the brothel, Melissandra turned to Felicia. “Here, I can help you change.”

As Felicia took off her negligee, Melissandra grabbed the rough dress sitting on the wardrobe and helped slide it onto Felicia.

Felicia, shimmying the dress on, asked “Is there a reason you were so intent on hiring me? It looks to me like you two are close enough to be lovers, so...”

Melissandra shook her head, “It's as I said, I wanted you to be our nurse.”

“Our nurse?” Felicia asked with a smirk.

Melissandra blushed but nodded her head, “Yes, I hope to...have children with him as well.”

“Haha, I knew it” Felicia chuckled. “Well, I won't get in your way Melissandra.”

“You can just call me Mel. Were you...serious about wanting children as well?”

Felicia nodded. “He seems like he treats you well, so I figured he's gotta be a decent enough guy, so I'll make the most of it.”

Melissandra gave her a hug. “I'm sure he'll make you happy. In fact, just give him a hug later, I'm sure you'll win him over.”

Felicia smirked, “Is he that easy to win over?”

Melissandra shook her head, “Not exactly, I just know what he likes.”

Girl's talk 2

Emma had dragged Melissandra up to her room after dinner on the first day of harvesting, wanting her assistance.

As they sat down together on her bed, Emma took Melissandra's hands and looked into her eyes, “Are you...okay with me?”

Melissandra was taken aback at first, but after thinking for a moment, realized what Emma was probably getting.

“You're interested in Mac too, right?” she wanted to confirm.

Emma blushed and nodded, “Yes. I figured you two were lovers so I...I wanted to make sure I wouldn't upset you if I pursued him.”

Melissandra shook her head, “No, I don't have any problem with you, but...” she looked Emma up and down. If you look at me, Felicia, and Eleanor as women he finds attractive...I just don't see it. “I'm not sure if you fit his...type” Melissandra concluded.

Emma immediately sulked. “Errgh, I was worried about that. He seemed like he might be interested but-”

Melissandra cut her off, “I agree, he does seem interested in you, at least to some degree. It might just be a matter of winning him over.”

Emma immediately perked up, grabbing Melissandra's arms. “Please help me! What can I do?”

Melissandra, deciding to skip explaining her complicated current relationship with Mac, nodded and started explaining specifics. “He seems to like physical affection. If you embrace him tightly, and maybe give him a kiss, I think he might take to you. Well, more than he already has.”

Emma blushed, looking down at the bed. “Okay. I think I can do that. Can you...help me get a chance? You guys are only going to be here a couple days.”

Melissandra crossed her arms. It worried her, but an idea came. She would feel selfish if she didn't help someone who was falling for the same man she had. And besides, Emma seemed like she would be fun to have around the palace, if it came to that.

“You should sleep in bed with him tonight. Do what I told you, and I think you can win him over. That...helped me too” she added, blushing slightly herself while remembering the previous night with Mac.

Emma blushed so hard she was glowing. “You...you really want me too? You're okay with it?”

Melissandra nodded, “If you end up joining us, I'd be glad to have you,” she said with a smile.

After that, Melissandra helped Emma pick something to wear. In order to help accentuate what she had, they chose a tight pair of shorts, and Emma made the daring decision to not wear a bra, which Melissandra thought odd, but figured it would be uncomfortable in the tight shirt she picked.

Emma squeezed Melissandra tightly, as she readied to go. “Thank you so much, sis.”

Melissandra smiled, That would be nice if it turns out that way.

After Emma left, Melissandra laid down on the bed. I think I made the right choice, but this sure does feel lonely...

Girl's Talk 3

As they sat together in their room at the inn, Melissandra and Emma were detailing out their experiences with Mac to Felicia.

“You don't need to worry, he seems to really like larger breasts like yours. You haven't met Eleanor, his marriage candidate, but hers are gigantic, probably at least three sizes on us” Melissandra explained.

Emma shook her head, “No, I'm telling you, he was even fascinated by mine. When I was on top of him, he was staring at them. And when I poked mine into his back, he got all excited. I think he's just a breast fanatic, no matter the size.”

Melissandra sighed, “I'm pretty jealous you did all that with him. My night was pretty romantic, but I wish we'd gone farther...”

Emma grabbed Melissandra's hands, “No, I'm jealous of you! He promised to make you a concubine already! I have to wait until we get back...”

“You don't think there's any way you change your mind?”

“No way! After the way he held me...I don't think I could ever give up on him...” she explained, holding her blushing cheeks in her hands.

“I'm sure he'll agree to it” Melissandra reassured her.

Both of them looked at Felicia.

“Wha-...what?” she asked, taken aback.

“You want to join us, right?” Emma asked.

“I mean, I'm just gonna be the nurse...” Felicia responded while shaking her head.

Melissandra grabbed her hands, “Is that really all you want?”

Felicia paused, then after a few moments, blushed slightly.

“Ha, I knew it! You have to feel something for him, too, right!?” Emma exclaimed.

“Look, I'm just a prostitute, he isn't gonna make me anything official, alright?”

Melissandra shook her head. “I don't think Mac cares about your past. Why don't you confirm for yourself?”

Emma nodded in agreement, “Yeah, Mel and I already spent a solo night in bed with him, you should have a turn too!”

Felicia was dumbstruck. “You're...sure? You want me too?”

Melissandra nodded, “Yes, I trust you. And Mac.” Emma nodded as well.

Well, I guess it can't hurt anything...

Girl's Talk 4

Eleanor couldn't help but hug herself at the happiness she was feeling. After successfully getting engaged to Mac, she was now sitting in her nightgown on a bed with three other girls. One, Melissandra, she had just found out would be a future sister of hers once they were both married to Mac. The other two, Emma and Felicia, she presumed would probably be joining their family as well, eventually, by the way the conversation was going.

Melissandra looked down, holding her hands together, “Mac and I already promised ourselves to each other after we're married. And...I ask this as a fellow fiance, but I...would ask you to wait,” she finished, blushing.

Eleanor sighed, “I understand, I would feel the same if I were you.”

Emma butted in, “Hey, if we're going by how long we've known Mac, I should go second right?”

Melissandra smiled, “I think things will go well when the time comes, but...you're aren't engaged yet like Eleanor is.”

“I also technically met Mac the first day he was here too, if only briefly” Eleanor added.

“No, I'm being put at the back of the line...” Emma sulked. Grabbing Felicia to comfort herself, “What do you think?”

“Well, I have to wait until one of you is pregnant anyways” she replied with a smirk. “It's not like I have any virginity to lose.”

The three others looked at each other, then at her.

Emma was the first to ask what they were thinking, “Hey, Felicia...what is it like?”

Melissandra grabbed Emma's shoulder, “Emma...she might not want to talk about it...”

Felicia shook her head, “No, it's okay. I...don't think it would be any help though. There's a difference between someone just using you as an outlet for lust, and...having sex with someone you actually have feelings for. Or at least, I really hope there is.”

Emma teared up a bit, “Fe!” and leaped over to hug her.

Melissandra hugged her as well, “I'm sure it will be.”

Seeing the scene in front of her, Eleanor wanted to join in, and embraced all of them, lopping her breasts over their heads. This, however, caused them to all lose balance, and they fell over onto the bed in a huddle.

Looking at each other for a moment, they all burst out into laughter.

After they calmed down from laughing, Eleanor bared her thoughts. “I'm glad all of you are so nice. When I saw three of you all together, I was a bit worried I might not fit in.”

“No, of course you would! I feel a sense of sisterly kindred with you. You felt like you needed to win him over at all costs, right?” Emma asked.

“Yes. Although, it was almost too easy. I think maybe you all wore him down to the point he accepted me easily” Eleanor explained.

Melissandra nodded, “That might be partially true. I'm happy with how things turned out, but I had to try a lot harder than any of you did. I think he eventually realized he should just embrace his position.”

“Um...is it okay if I take a turn too?” Eleanor asked tentatively. “I...want to have the same experience you all did.”

Melissandra looked at the other two, who both nodded.

“Okay...tell me what I should do...”