“....Dam, you really have been busy…” Elaine muttered, as Estaria finished her own long tale about what was going on. There had been a bit of tension in the air, as Estaria spoke about Filnon and what they had gotten up to in Naggarond. But fortunately, they were not at each other’s throats, probably bonding over the mutual feeling of loss they had both gone through, and the unbridled relief when it became clear that feeling of loss was not true to reality.
“Mmm. Never did get to Nippon either, which sucks because I hear there are great swordsmen there. Still, I guess I got you here for all my swordsmanly needs now, yea?”
“Ohh ho. Now I am the one giving the sword lessons, huh? Does sound like fun, I have been looking for someone to pass on my style to” Elaine would then glance over to the Druchii, and give a grin. “Might have to fight your wife first though. She’s got that look of a hungry wolf with her chunk of meat~”
Filnon would glance over at Elaine, and try to be nice in her head for a few moments before deciding that she wasn’t a nice person.
“I don’t playfight” Filnon replied, cool though managing not to be outright cold.
“Nor do I~” Elaine would respond, stepping in closer, only for the two to be pushed apart by Estaria.
“You are not literally fighting over me. Keep it figurative” she’d state, looking at the two. Elaine looked like she was going to try some other tactic, but instead just looked down and then up to Estaria.
“You were never a weed, but you are jacked now, huh?” she asked, rhetorically, as she reached up to grope Estaria’s arm.
“Got a bit of a workout when I was with the Witches, yea. Helps with the lifting and the snapping of necks and all that. Though, jokes aside, I do feel the need to get some sword time. It’s been a while, and I’ve mostly been using my fists for the sake of theatrics. We could make a date of it, all three of us”
Estaria’s attempts to diffuse the situation a little seemed to work. A little, too well, as Elaine and Filnon gave each other conspiratorial grins and nodded.
“That could certainly be arranged~”
The rest of the walk back to the camp was filled with idle chatter and a bit of fun banter. Though there was some ominous undertones, as Filnon and Elaine kept sharing these looks and smiles with each other. Eventually, they got to the camp, and all the problems of the moment went away because there was a big man at the fireplace, stirring a large pot.
“Borrago!” Es exclaimed, rushing up to the big man. He turned around, and cocked his head for a moment, staring.
“...Captain? Haha, Captain!” he exclaimed, running over and picking her up. More like an avalanche than a man moving, Borrago lifted Es off her feet with no more effort than one would pick up a pebble. “Look at you! The hair, the dress, the aura of confidence! Truly, wherever you have been has been good for you!”
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Estaria would feel a little abashed at that, because it wasn’t exactly true. But then, not really a lie either, so she didn’t mind it too much and simply accepted the words. Eventually, he put her down, and turned to Elaine, with a meaty grin.
“We have just the tent for the two of you to spend some time together” he would exclaim, far too loud for her tastes, which made her cheeks blush red.
“That’s something we will be talking about later. For now, we do have spare tents made up because we have people coming and going all the time, so having a few more than we need is always helpful for logistics” Elaine would reply, having appeared rather silently.
“Always so serious. The North isn’t going to be liberated tomorrow, spend some time with your newly reacquainted girlfriend” Borrago lectured, turning his attention back to the pot and Elaine led Filnon and Estaria over to a tent.
“It’s pretty small, but I don’t suppose you two mind sharing a bed?” Elaine would state, gesturing inside and then leaving before much of a reply could be made. One she was gone, Filnon dropped the flaps, and then turned to Estaria with an unnerving grin.
“Alright. Put on your maid uniform” Filnon ordered, a tone that made Estaria jitter a little with delight. Some people were just inherently this way…
“No” Estaria would reply, her tone not having much conviction to it, but being stated anyway. “We are in a refugee slash war camp in enemy territory. I am not catering to your terrible fetishes in this situation”
Filnon would give a look at this show for a moment, and then take a step forward.
“Ok. I can live with that” she replied, stepping forward again. “I’ll just have to play with you now, make you almost cum for me, and then pull you out to the training ground and let everyone see you try your best to do anything but squirm and mewl while me and Elaine take turns keeping you right there on the knife’s edge”
The confidence, was the worst part. Filnon didn’t stutter or spend a moment thinking about her words. She just reeled it off, in one clean line, like those people who could peel an apple. Despite all her power, Estaria’s heart was racing from the words alone, and she could barely think, let alone anything else.
“I-i-i-i’ll, wear, the dress” she stuttered, pulling her current dress off and sticking it in her inventory.
“As much as I love the strip-tease, why are you dressing like that?” Filnon asked, leaning back and admiring the show.
“The…uniform, is weird when it all slaps in at once, so I gotta dress it properly” Es replied, pulling it out of her inventory and dressing in it. So many parts to it, it took her a while, but eventually she was done, and turned around to face Filnon, who ambushed her with a warm and passionate kiss.
“Perfection. Well, almost, but I understand the fact that a collar and leash might be a little too much here. I can suffice with just this, my lovely slave-wife~” Filnon’s hand would stroke where Estaria’s mark was placed, grinning to herself and playing with Estaria’s breasts. Self-control collapsed, and Filnon buried her face in Estaria’s neck, kissing and nibbling on it before pushing her fully to the ground and straddling her. Es started to speak, but was silenced by by a finger Filnon put on her lips.
“I know. I’m sorry. But I just…” Filnon would slide her hands up Estaria’s body, playing with her even through the heavy covering of the uniform. And then, right as her hands got to Estaria’s crotch, and she shuddered from the contact as her mind went blank from the raw bliss of it all…Filnon pulled her to her feet and booped her nose. “Seem to have done both. Now come on, we got some sword practice to go too”
With no more time to prepare, Filnon dragged her maid out of the tent and to the training ring! Willfully oblivious to all the stares and commentary that Es was producing.