Rick lay on the piece of cloth that he’d come to call ‘bed’ over the past… month? Had it really been a month? His gaze lingered on the night sky. He would’ve been fighting a headache if not because of Dia’s literally magical touch on his temples, having just about gotten rid of any and all ails, aches, pains, and sores. The pink haired maiden pressed her fingers softly against his temples.

Meanwhile, Monica lay atop his chest, cheek pressed firmly against his shoulder, breasts against his stomach.

At least she hadn’t been growling for the past day or two.

“Sir, are you sure you’d rather sleep here?” Dia asked as she moved her fingers to his earlobes. The human was far too tired and relaxed to properly do anything other than feel the stress easing away under the touch that could only be magic.

Turning his head slightly, he glanced at the ‘company’ in the clearing. The twin maidens Victor had brought with him were currently busy setting up his ‘tent’. It was a small circular hut, maybe four meters across, though the living accommodation in of itself wasn’t really impressive. The way the twins kept pulling the pieces out of seeming thin air certainly was.

The merchant had offered to set up one for him. Rick figured Dia must have heard the offer.

“I’d rather focus on getting Monica accustomed to not sticking to me like glue.”

The nurse smiled, a tiny hint of mirth as she moved her fingers upwards, digging into his scalp. “She is afraid of losing you, sir, of course she’d be overly protective.” Dia paused for a moment, fingers moving to his face, closing his eyes for him. “Would you wish to continue with her training?”

“As much as I’d love to be able to neglect that… guess we ought to add another lesson.”

“Should I strip?”

“What is it about you and suddenly being so bold about sex?”

“Sex?” Monica perked up, squeezing him slightly as she did.

“No sex.” He replied, watching her sigh and return to hugging him.

“It is the language she understands best.” The nurse spoke. “Since I can’t really expect to make things clear in other ways.”

“Aren’t you… uncomfortable?”

“I don’t mind if it’s to help you, sir.” She deflected, keeping his eyes closed as her fingers applied light pressure on his cheeks. “Though I do admit I would find it more enjoyable if you liked it as well.”

Rick’s brows furrowed slightly. “Is this coming from Irene?”

There was a little giggle. “Some of it.” She admitted. “She had much to talk about your world’s overwhelming volume of… pornographic content.”

“Wait, wh-!?” He tried to speak, but her fingers pressed against his lips. Rather than let her, he opened his mouth and bit on her digit. The nurse pulled back as if it had actually hurt her. Rick looked up at her and ignored Monica’s chuckle. “I don’t know what that psychic has found out about my world, or shared with you, but if you want to know something, then ask me. I don’t want you running around under assumptions that could have been cleared out.”

She looked down at him with some hesitation, then slowly looked around as she bit her lower lip. Then, she leaned down, meeting his eyes as their faces got closer. Her purple irises seemed to glimmer as her cheeks turned bright red. “Did you… does sir like it when I call him ‘master’?”

And just like that, Rick’s face turned an equally beet red.

“Rick.” Monica’s paw pressed down on his face, blocking the view as she grumbled, biting down on his shoulder in a nip that made him yelp and jump.

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He barely managed to escape her hug and up to his feet. “Ok, that’s it, lesson time.” With a scowl, he pointed at Monica. “Shirt.”

Her eyes widened, then narrowed. “No shirt.”

Snorting loudly, Rick moved to stand next to the still seated Dia. His hand patted her head, and the nurse smirked at Monica. “Yes shirt.” She added with smugness, pinching the fabric of her own shirt and tugging. “Pets.”

“It’s lesson time.” The chemistry teacher commented, keeping a steady look at the large feline.

Monica’s begrudgingly stood up. Making annoyed noises under her breath, she moved towards Rick’s sack and, with a flick of her claw, opened it up. She pinched out the topmost piece of clothing, revealing the over-sized white piece of clothing. “Shirt.” She proclaimed, throwing it at Rick and extending her paws towards him so he could help her put it on.

And no sooner was it on that she yanked him to sit on her lap.

“Pets.” she now stated as he was made to straddle her hips.

Rick rolled his eyes and obliged, giving her head a couple of seconds’ worth of attention before he moved to stand back up. Except she didn’t let him. Arms wrapped around his chest and pressing him against her covered breasts, the maiden purred and leaned over, pinning him to the ground. Her head tilted to the side for a moment, breathing in deeply, and then sighed, nodding in determination and looking back at him.

“Rick lesson.” She declared, proceeding to lick his face. “Word.”

“Sir, should I…?”

“No, no… let’s see where this is going.” He rubbed his sleeve against his face to wipe off some of the spit. Looking up at her eager smile, he sighed. “Word.” It was clear she wanted to have a new word on her vocabulary, so might as well try.

Nodding, she proceeded to kiss him.

“Kiss?”

“No kiss.” She shook her head, kissing him again, then kissing on his chest, then thrusting her hips against him. “Sex?”

“…ok, sex?” Rick frowned.

“Sex, sex, sex, sex.” She now declared, frowning. “Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, torture. Sex, sex, sex… Word?”

“Orgy?” He frowned, watching her lean away, letting go though keeping him pinned on the ground.

“Orgy?” Monica frowned further. “Sex, sex, sex, sex, orgy? Rick orgy Monica?”

He wanted to groan. Rick rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “Do you have a word for lots of sex?”

“Not in the way she likely intends.” Dia giggled, keeping herself to the side. Her tone was light, but her eyes were worried, keeping a very sharp eye on Monica’s movements.

“Word!” the feline complained, drawing the attention back to her. “Orgy? Yes? Orgy? No? Rick orgy Monica?”

“I’ll just go for orgy.” The human sighed. “Orgy yes, Monica.”

“Orgy, word.” A firm nod, finally pulling away from him and crossing her arms. There was a strange look in her eyes as she glanced at Dia before her focus drifted off towards the edge of the clearing. “Monica hunt. Rick no orgy Dia.”

“Wait, Monica, what do you-!?”

With an explosion of dirt and dust, the feline had broken into a full sprint towards the forest. The human was left surprised and confused as she clearly had something in mind he was not too sure he wanted to find out.

“That… is new.” He frowned slightly, glancing at Dia and then back at the figure of the Sabertooth as she vanished into the woods. “What… why would she do that?”

“She… wanted to hunt?” She provided with a slight shrug. “If sir wants her to come back, you could trigger the collar’s discipline spell… I am unsure how effective it would be on someone as strong as Monica though.”

“Let’s not.” Rick shook his head, grunting as she helped him stand up.

“Are you hesitant on whether it would be effective, sir?”

“It’s electroshock. If I ever have to use that on someone, it will be if it’s an emergency.” With a frown, he shook his head. “But I’ll figure something out to punish her when she gets back.”

“Maybe you should ‘orgy’ me to show her you don’t follow her rules, but that she should follow yours?” Dia’s cheeks were flushed as she reached out to grab his hand, her skin soft and warm. “Master?”

Looking down at her bashful smile, the way she bit her lower lip, how she squeezed his fingers, a stray thought came to him. A warm bed, a small box, a forgotten apartment. Rick didn’t let the memory take root, leaning into her and feeling how she wrapped her arms around him as they kissed.

He suddenly realized they’d not properly shared much of any intimacy during these past few weeks, the feline having always been around. Rick pulled Dia harder against himself, and she cooed, melting into his embrace. “Maybe we should ask Monica to hunt more often… maaaster.”

“Why…” He slowed down, caressing her back. “Do you like calling me that?”

“Don’t you?”

The young man pondered on the question. He took her lips once more rather than answer, not quite sure how to take it, though quite certain there was more meaning to the word than what Dia was letting on.

“Sometimes. In the bedroom only.”

He had many more things to say about it, but the maiden kept him far too busy to be able to elaborate.