At the Estate
The next day's carriage ride was also an uneventful one, until the afternoon came and they got close to the Champagne estate.
Francesca, despite having already dolled herself up that morning, was busy straightening her dress, while Becky was busy tightening the drills in her hair.
Bar shook his head, “You already look fine...”
Francesca blushed a bit, “I appreciate that, but you said your mother was very particular.”
Bar thought for a moment, then nodded, “Yeah, hopefully she's too distracted by you to notice me...”
Francesca smiled a bit, “That's the plan.”
As they approached, Bar could see his mother and father waiting outside, as well as Sonya, the head maid.
Marley stopped the carriage in front of them. Bar got out first, before helping Francesca down.
“Oh, my!” Lady Champagne said upon Francesca stepping out. “You're such a lovely thing,” and rushed over to her, grabbing one of her hands.
Lord Champagne also walked over, giving a slight nod and smile, “Miss Francesca, it's a pleasure to meet you.”
Francesca smiled “You as well, I was so glad Bar was making a trip back over break so I could meet you both.”
His parents looked at each other, both barely containing their excitement.
Bar had to stop himself from facepalming. It's been one minute and they're already enamored with her.
Sonya was helping Becky and Belle unload the luggage. “Nice to meet you both.”
Lord Champagne looked over towards them, before whispering to Bar. “You left Joan at the Academy?”
Bar nodded. “That one is Belle,” he said, pointing to her. “I won her in a duel from a Peckard.”
Lord Champagne's eyes went wide. “From House Peckard? Excellently done, son...”
Bar smiled, glad he had guessed correctly on what his father would think. At least I have that in common with my father.
Francesca was busy with his mother, they were talking excitedly as they walked towards the manor.
As Lord Champagne followed after them, Bar turned to Sonya, whispering, “Can you make sure Belle is taken care of? And try to keep my mother away from her?”
Sonya smiled at him, “Of course, young master. I'll set her up in Joan's old bed,” she said, as she instinctively fixed his messy hair.
Belle gave him a cute smile, blushing slightly.
Sonya noticed, giving a sly smile towards Bar, as if to say 'oh it's like that'.
“Thanks Sonya,” Bar said before following after Francesca and his parents.
A few minutes later, and they were sitting at one end of their long dinner table. One of the house servants had brought out the first course of stew.
“Please eat as much as you like, Lord Champagne said, before digging in.
Bar ate some of his, while Francesca delicately took a sip. “Most excellent.”
Lady Champagne smiled, but kept her eyes fixed on Francesca.
Lord Champagne nodded, “Yes, we have some of the most excellent cooks in the kingdom.”
Francesca smiled, “Bar's servants also treat me to delicious meals all the time.”
Lady Champagne gave a quick glance to Bar, before asking, “Are you over often?”
Francesca nodded, “A couple times a week.”
Lord Champagne smiled again while slurping some more stew. “So you see each other often, then?”
“Of course! We are in the same class right now as well.”
Lady Champagne looked sharply over at Bar. “Have you been keeping up with your studies?”
Bar nodded reflexively. “Yes,” he replied curtly.
Sensing the tension, Francesca jumped in, “Bar and I have been studying together almost every day at the library, actually. I believe I did a lot better on these exams than I used to in high school.”
Lady Champagne smiled at Bar. “Bar always was good in school.”
Francesca smiled, “Please, tell me about his younger years...”
Bar sighed as his mother went on about his pre-academy life, with Francesca giving excited nods or occasionally asking more questions regarding mundane details.
Lord Champagne stopped paying attention part-way through, digging into the steak as soon as they were brought out.
Bar was also eating, but was also paying an ear towards his mother and Francesca, making sure to keep track of what they were discussing.
Eventually, they got to the part Francesca predicted.
“So, what drew you to Bar? He hasn't had much...success...with meetups in the past.”
“Yes, Bar insinuated as much,” she giggled. “Well, to be honest, I was already a bit interested after I saw him in the dueling tournament, so I was overjoyed when you and my mother set this up.” She sneaked a peek at Bar before smiling, “Bar is very kind, helping me with studying and treating me like a proper noblewoman.”
Lady Champagne gave a large, haughty smile. “Of course, we've taught him well.”
Bar suppressed his desire to shake his head.
As the wine was brought out, the conversation shifted in a way they had not predicted.
Turning to Bar, Lady Champagne asked, “Well, Bar...” she stopped to take a sip of wine, “...what made you interested in Francesca when you normally reject every girl I throw at you?”
Shoot, what am I supposed to say... Bar looked at Francesca, “Ermm...I thought her drills were very pretty.”
Francesca blushed slightly.
I don't know if that was a fake or real blush, but nice job either way!
Lady Champagne, however, gave a small snort, “Is that it? Many of the girls have been...” she stopped to look at Francesca, “...almost as pretty as her.”
Ugh... Bar glanced at Francesca again, before closing his eyes and thinking a moment. “Francesca...Fran...is really...dedicated. When she wants something, she'll work hard to get it, and it's very inspiring.”
Lady Champagne froze for a moment, glass of wine halfway to her mouth. After a moment, she smiled, “That's wonderful to hear.”
Francesca blushed harder, shrinking a bit in her chair.
Lady Champagne downed the rest of her glass, before grabbing Lord Champagne's collar. “Husband, let's go to bed, and leave these two to chat a bit before they turn in. I believe Sonya has prepared a room for you and your servant.”
Lord Champagne got a blushed grin (partly from the wine, and partly from his wife's forwardness). “Good night you two...” he got out as he was dragged along.
After they left, Francesca, still blushing, looked away. “Good night,” she said, standing up and walking away, Becky following after her.
The only ones left now were Bar, Belle, and Sonya (who was pretending to be busy cleaning off the table)
Walking over, Belle kissed him on the cheek. “Sonya prepared a bed for me, so I'm going to sleep in the servant's quarters,” she whispered.
Bar was a bit sad. “I'll miss you...”
Belle looked around a bit, before giving him a kiss on this lips. “Hopefully that's good enough for now,” she said, before walking back towards the servant's quarters.
Later, Bar was laying in bed, feeling a bit lonely. It had been quite a while since he had slept in a bed alone. Before I proposed to Joan, right?
Thinking about the past few months, his mind whirled at all that had gone on in his life. Proposing to Joan, Belle joining, his run-in with Claire, his tryst with Dolly, Alice's failed courtship...even the lead-up to exams with Francesca. I feel like stuff keeps happening and I barely can keep up. Well, maybe I could have done a better job, but...
As he thought that, a soft knock came at his door. His mood brightened. Did Belle sneak over!? She shouldn't be risking it, but...
Walking over to the door, he quietly opened it to see Francesca, her normally serious look on her face. Oh, she wants to talk about how dinner went.
Wordlessly letting her in, Bar walked over to his tea table. Pouring her a cup, “It's a bit cold, sorry. What do you-” he stopped as he noticed Francesca walked over to his bed. “Why don't we talk over here?”
Francesca blushed a bit. “You...you've had sex with your servants before, right?”
Bar blinked once at the abrupt shift in (what he thought would be) the conversation, and raised both his eyebrows. “Why are-”
“And the Dorm Mistress?” she asked.
“What do-”
“And Alice?”
“No, I did not do anything like that with her,” Bar emphasized.
“So that means you did with the others?” she asked.
Bar sighed. “Yes, okay, I have. We...care deeply about each other,” he said, not sure what exactly to call it without spilling the beans on everything.
Francesca, however, just nodded. “Do you...care deeply for me?”
Bar's heart started racing as he realized where she was taking the conversation. Struggling to think of how to contain the situation, he asked, “Why...why do you suddenly...”
Francesca frowned slightly, “What, do you not find me attractive? I understand you probably find your servants and Miss Claire attractive, and frankly Belle puts most noblewoman to shame, but I feel like I compare favorably.”
Bar shook his head, “That's not what I'm saying. I mean, why do you want to with me? Our courtship is just pretend...”
Francesca blushed. “I...I wanted to give my first time to Gerard. But, obviously, he's not interested in me. After seeing how much Belle and the others care for you, I could only assume you must be...” she trailed off, blushing further.
Bar was confused. “I must be what?”
Francesca got out, “You must be...a savant at sex. To have your servants seemingly happy to service you, and even seducing the Dorm Mistress...there's no other explanation.”
Bar was gobsmacked. What!? No, I can't be...right? Well maybe...no, that's not it. It's just because we love each other. But...I don't know how to explain that to her.
Francesca started pulling down the straps of her pajamas, revealing equally pink lingerie.
Bar had to make a quick decision, quickly walking over and grabbing her shoulders to stop her.
However, Francesca just blushed heavily. “Please treat me gently.”
“Hold on, hold on, I didn't...I need to talk a bit first.”
Francesca let got of her pajamas and nodded, sitting attentively.
Bar sat down on the bed next to her. “About Joan, Belle, and Claire...they're actually my fiances.”
Francesca's eyes went wide. “Wha...what!? But they're your servants. And even the Dorm Mistress? She's not just a fling?”
Bar shook his head. “No. And there's another too, that you haven't met.”
Francesca leaned her head forward, raising her eyebrows, “A-nother?”
Bar nodded, “Yes. Her name is Dolly, she runs a tavern in Academy Town.”
Francesca held up her hands, “Wait wait wait, so you're three months into your Academy tenure, and you are engaged to your two servants, the academy's Dorm Mistress, and a tavern wench?” she asked, counting on her her fingers for emphasis.
Bar, realizing how ridiculous the situation sounded, blushed, but nodded in affirmation.
“What in the blazes...”
Bar decided Francesca was owed an explanation, and so went into detail on their 'Plan', including the new addition of Claire trying to get him a good job after Academy, having Dolly's business, and his desire for more pretty maids.
Afterwards, Francesca was at a loss. However, instead of asking about the 'Plan', she asked about something else entirely. “So what was the whole thing with Alice then? Was that also pretend?”
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Bar winced and shook his head. “No...that was serious. We had a courtship, similar to ours really where we studied and she came over for dinner. We also dueled a lot in preparation for the tournament. After she won, she had her father make a marriage contract for me.”
Francesca was confused. “And you declined it!? If I'm speaking truthfully, Alice is even more gorgeous than Carlotta. And you seemed into her, or at least all the women thought as much.”
Bar nodded. “I'm not normally into noblewoman, but I thought...maybe she would be an exception. But, when it came time...she said I would have to cut things off with my servants and Claire. I wasn't going to do that, so I declined.”
Francesca nodded as if the pieces were falling into place in her head. “That makes so much more sense now. And she couldn't tell anyone about it, or risk everyone knowing you rejected her for the Dorm Mistress...”
“Don't be mean to-”
Francesca waved her hands, “No no no, of course not. Having gotten to know her, Miss Claire is more of a noblewoman than most of the one's I've met at the Academy. It's a waste to society having her cooped up there...”
Bar smiled and nodded.
Francesca blushed again, “You really do care for her...”
Bar blushed back, “I do. So you see, it's not something I take lightly.”
Francesca went silent for a few moments. Then a few more.
Bar waited for a while, and was about to ask if she was okay, before she finally broke the silence.
“Okay.”
Bar wasn't sure what she meant.
“Okay...what?”
Francesca blushed. “If joining your crazy 'Plan' means you'll have sex with me, then I'll go along with it.”
Bar wasn't sure how to react. He didn't want to have to say this, but felt he had no other option, “Are...are you sure you're not just overreacting to being rejected by Gerard? You don't need to have sex with me to feel wanted. I'm sure you'll find someone.”
Francesca seemed a bit irritated. “Now you sound like Becky! Are you daft? I don't want it to be someone besides you!”
Bar was taken aback. “But...why?”
Francesca blushed, looking away demurely. “Very well, I guess I owe you an explanation in kind. After Gerard rejected me, I stopped thinking about him all the time, since he now seemed out of reach. As soon as I did, I realized...what an idiot I had been. Miss Claire's comments about the 'future' and how I factored into it made me realize you were the kind of man I wanted. Going along with my ridiculous request to set me up with Gerard, helping me study while you were busy with your own studies, and this mutually supportive relationship you have with your...fiances...” she blushed.
“I'm getting stuff out of it too, including with you...”
Francesca nodded her head. “Of course, that's why its 'mutual'. You've opened my eyes to what a real relationship can be.”
Bar blushed heavily, looked away, embarrassed at being thought so highly of.
Francesca grabbed his shirt, tearing up a bit. “So, please, let's stop pretending, and change our courtship into a real one.”
Bar had reached his limit. Reaching his arms around her slender frame, he pulled her in close, tilting her head up and kissing her passionately. After a few moments, Francesca pulled back, blushing and breathing heavily, but a huge grin on her face. “Does this mean you accept me?”
Bar shook his head. “We're just making our courtship real, right?”
Francesca giggled, before going back in for another kiss.
Bar carefully slid her pajamas over her shoulders, revealing again her pink lingerie underneath. “You really like pink.”
Francesca smiled, “I thought it made me look more girly, like Carlotta.”
Bar shook his head, “You're much prettier than Carlotta.”
“Oh shut it,” Francesca said, pushing his chest teasingly. However, after she did, she went and grabbed it again. “Ohh...”
Bar smirked, “Two can play at that.” Sticking his hands under her bra, she squeezed her breasts, causing her to moan slightly.
Embarrassed at herself, she grabbed her cheeks.
Bar chuckled, “You're also cute when you're embarassed” Picking her up, he sat her on her lap. Pulling up and off her pajamas, he then unhooked her bra, causing her breasts to spill out.
“Sorry, I know they're not on the same level as Joan's or Belle's...” she blushed.
Bar shook his head. “Um, I think Claire is pretty, so that's not something you need to worry about...”
Francesca nodded, but started moaning as Bar reached around, grabbing her breasts and massaging them.
Francesca put the back of her hand up to her mouth, trying to stifle her moans.
Bar then stuck one into her pink panties, gently rubbing her opening with a finger, while simultaneously kissing her neck.
Francesca reached around, grabbing Bar's member. “Am I doing this right?”
Bar nodded. “It's already hard, but that feels good...”
Francesca smiled, rubbing it up and down as Bar gently stuck a finger into her, causing her to twitch in his arms.
Francesca was panting now, so Bar gently laid her down on the bed, and slipped her panties off, before taking off his own undergarment.
Francesca stared at his member. “That's huge!”
Bar smiled shyly, “It's actually average...I think...”
Francesca nodded, “If you say so. Please be gentle...”
Bar nodded, slowly inserting himself.
Francesca winced in pain, so Bar reached over, grabbing her hands and making out with her again.
After a minute, Francesca said, “I'm fine. Go ahead.”
Bar nodded, slowly starting to pump himself in and out.
Francesca tried in vain to suppress her moans as Bar went faster and faster. After a couple minutes, Bar felt himself coming.
“Fran, do you-”
Francesca asked, “Do you do it inside the others?”
Bar, feeling awkward at the blunt question, nodded.
Francesca nodded back. “I took some contraceptive medicine before coming over.”
Well, she knew what she was coming over for. About to burst, Bar grabbed her hips, hitting her and releasing with each thrust, until he was finished.
Francesca was spasming as well, before settling down and trying to regain her breath.
“That was...that was amazing! You are some kind of sex-savant.”
Bar shook his head, before laying down next to her. “No, it just...feels better when you have feelings for each other.”
Francesca blushed, before nodding. “That makes sense...” and kissed him once more. “Are we supposed to cuddle now?”
Bar chuckled, “We can. Sometimes the others go right back into it.”
Francesca blushed further. “I think... I need a little rest.”
Bar nodded, wrapping an arms around her and bringing her close, while the other caressed her cheek.
Francesca was blushing and had a satisfied, giddy grin on her face.
After holding each other for a while, Francesca suddenly jumped out of bed.
“What's wrong?” Bar asked.
Francesca started putting her pajamas on. “I don't want Becky to get suspicious. Or for your parents to find out.”
After she was clothed again, she blushed, and came over and kissed him once more. “Such an amazing feeling...”
Bar blushed.
“Can we...can we sleep together next time? Like actually sleep holding each other. After sex, I mean,” she said, blushing herself as she rambled.
Bar nodded. “Of course. Um...” he trailed off.
Francesca asked, “What...are you having-”
Bar shook his head vehemently. “No no no, I just...I'm usually supposed to run this by my other fiance's first.”
Francesca started getting nervous. “Oh...do you think they'll accept me?”
Bar nodded. “Yes, I think they'll be more mad at me than you...”
Francesca giggled. “Yes, I can see that.” Hesitating for a moment, then kissing him once more, she then hurriedly left the room.
Bar laid in bed for a while, processing what had happened.
And, despite that, I'm still sleeping by myself.
However, after everything that had happened, he quickly fell asleep.
Walk in the Gardens
In the morning, Bar woke up, again feeling lonely due to having the bed to himself. He did, however, remember the passionate time he'd had with Francesca.
Hopefully she isn't having second thoughts in the morning...
After getting dressed and walking out to the dining area for breakfast, his worries were washed away, as Francesca blushed heavily and grinned when Bar came in, a very uncharacteristic look for her. Her hair was also hanging down, not in drills.
His mother and father didn't join for breakfast, even after waiting awhile.
Francesca whispered over, “Is there somewhere we can talk, where we won't be interrupted by your parents?”
Bar thought for a moment, “We could go for a walk on the estate, that way we'd see them coming to us ahead of time.”
Francesca clapped her hands together. “Excellent. Let's meet outside in half an hour.”
Bar went back to his room to put on clothes, this time Belle coming to help him dress.
“I can dress myself...” Bar said, chuckling.
Belle shook her head, “Yes, but this gives me an opportunity...” she said, pulling him down for a passionate kiss.
Bar, feeling a bit guilty, said, “Err, I need to tell you something...”
Belle seemed confused. “What's wrong? Do you not want to walk?”
Bar shook his head. “No, it's about Francesca...I-”
Belle got hearts in her eyes, “Do you actually like her now!? Can I do something to help!? What-”
Bar held up his hands to stop her. “No...that won't be necessary. She, uh...came over last night,” he said, before explaining everything that had happened.
Belle had tears in her eyes by the end. “That's so romantic...”
Bar was a bit surprised, “I'm...assuming you're okay with her, then?”
Belle nodded vigorously. “Of course! I...” she paused, before blushing, “...I was actually hoping things wouldn't work out with Gerard, so she could join us instead.”
Bar facepalmed, “You like her that much?”
Belle nodded again.
“Well, that was easy, I guess...”
After sharing one more kiss, they went outside and waited at the start of the path. After a while, Francesca came out, hair freshly drilled, followed by Becky.
Francesca blushed a bit as she caught up to him. As they started walking in silence, their two servants following a bit behind, Bar realized he should say something. “Err...you look pretty today.”
Francesca blushed a bit, “Thanks. You look...um...handsome...”
Bar chuckled, “You don't have to force yourself.”
“You do though! Alice was stupid to-...” she stopped looking back at Becky and Belle.
Bar was a bit confused. Does she not want Belle to know? I mean, there's no way I wouldn't have told her...
Francesca continued, in a voice low enough the others couldn't hear. “I'm assuming you didn't change your mind overnight?”
Bar shook his head. “I'm not that fickle.”
Francesca nodded. “I didn't think so either, but...” shaking her head, she continued, “I think we should establish some ground rules. Or at least...talk about them.”
Bar nodded.
“I believe we should go public about it, that way neither of us have to worry about other suitors at the Academy,” she explained.
Bar nodded again. “Our parents are going to tell everyone anyway. Are you sure you won't find someone else more to your liking, though?”
Francesca blushed. “I'm not going to shop myself around...”
Bar scratched his head. “Look, it would just be a bit hypocritical if I...” he trailed off.
Francesca understood what he meant, and shook her head. “I understand, but...I don't think so. If I do, I will let you know though.”
Bar chuckled, “Thanks.”
Francesca, seeing Bar had nothing else to add, continued, “Next, I believe I should sit next to you in class.”
Bar raised an eyebrow. “I don't mind, obviously, but don't you normally sit next to Carlotta and them?”
Francesca blushed, “I...want to sit next to you though.”
Bar blushed a bit back, “Okay.”
“Also, it will send a clear message to Alice and the others that-”
Bar shook his hands, “Hold on, hold on...why are you sending her a message?”
“That you're taken and they missed their chance. It's for all the woman...just especially her.”
Bar hung his head, shaking it side to side. “Is that really necessary?”
Francesca nodded. “Yes. I...I...”
Bar wasn't sure what she was getting at as she trailed off. “What's wrong?”
Francesca bit her lip. “Look, I was...maybe am jealous of her, okay? She has great looks, a good family, she doesn't have to worry about being set up with annoying nobleman all the time, she can pick whoever she wants. And...And...” she trailed off, as if she had gotten what she wanted too off her chest.
Bar was a bit confused. “If you're upset about status, then why are you joining me?”
Francesca blushed, “I told you last-...” she paused, looking back at Becky and Belle, before lowering her voice. “...I told you last night, you changed my opinion on what a relationship can be like. I want to find my own happiness with you and the others...” she raised her voice again, “...but that doesn't mean...”
Bar didn't say anything as she trailed off again. I guess she still has complicated feelings on the topic. As he was trying to think of what to say to possibly comfort her, Francesca suddenly grabbed his hand with hers.
“Your mother is coming,” Francesca whispered.
Bar looked around back towards the manor, and sure enough, his mother walking towards them.
While it was relatively cool out that morning, her mother still had a fan she was blowing against herself. As she got close, Bar could see she was sweating.
Did she run down here!?
As she approached, she had a big grin on her face, very obviously looking at them holding hands. “I'm glad to see you two enjoying each other's company this morning. Do you mind if I join you?”
Francesca gave a smile back. “Of course not, I was hoping we could converse more.” Letting go of Bar's hand, she went and walked by his mother, while he hung back a bit, now between them and Becky and Belle.
Bar mostly ignored them as they walked on, his mother telling Francesca about random noble gossip while Francesca occasionally replied with some gossip regarding other noblewoman at the academy (Bar had no idea if any of it was truthful or not).
After a while, Bar noticed Francesca seemed to be moving weird, as if she wasn't able to keep up with even a walking pace. However, before he could say anything, Becky brushed pass him.
“My lady, please don't push yourself,” she said, grabbing her arm to support her.
Lady Champagne also looked concerned as she saw a pained look on Francesca's face. “I'm so sorry, I didn't realize...”
Francesca shook her head. “No...it's okay, I'm just a little tired.”
Lady Champagne looked at her son. “Bar, help her back to her room.” Turning back to Francesca, “I'll have lunch sent there so you can lie down while you eat.”
Francesca tried to protest, “No, that's okay, I'll...”
Lady Champagne snapped her fan shut. “I'll have it sent to your room. I can't have you hurting yourself on your first visit here,” she explained, before walking back towards the manor.
Francesca wobbled a bit, while Bar wrapped an arm around her waist. Francesca winced a bit in pain as he touched her.
“Sorry...” Bar said, letting go.
Francesca blushed a bit. “No, it's...”
Becky, who had up until now been concerned, now flashed a bit of anger on her face. “Francesca, you...!” Then she turned to Bar, “You oaf, how rough with her were you!?”
Before Bar could defend himself, Francesca blushed and stopped her, “He wasn't rough...my mother said I would be sore until I got used to it...”
Becky jabbed her finger in Francesca's cheek. “And you! I thought I told you not to do anything rash!”
Francesca had no response.
After a few moments, Becky just sighed. Turning to Bar, she said, “Just help me get her back to her room, and I'll deal with you later.”
After helping Francesca back to her room, and sitting her on her bed, she was a bit irritated. “I'm just a little sore, I'm not going to die.”
Becky ignored her, rummaging through a trunk, before pulling out some pain relieving medicine. Pouring it into some tea, she stuffed it in Francesca's face. “Here.”
Francesca sighed and started drinking.
Becky then turned on Bar. “What were you thinking!? Aren't your servants and Miss Claire enough for you? Have your fun with them, don't toy with a young maiden's heart!”
Bar wasn't sure how to explain himself, hanging his head.
However, Belle, who had just been a bystander, wasn't having any of this. Walking up to Bar, she wrapped her arms around him and squashed her breasts into his side. “Bar is a kind man! He wouldn't do something like that. And he wouldn't have done anything with Fran unless he was serious about her. Right?”
Bar blushed a bit, “Right. Thanks Belle.”
Francesca, who had downed the tea with medicine in it, sat her cup back down. “Becky, maybe you should be asking me. I'm the one who went to his room, not the other way around.”
Becky turned back to her, “But-”
Francesca got a stern look on her face, and Becky seemed to give up. “Fine, fine. Could you at least explain everything so I know what my own Mistress is doing?”
Francesca did, including some of the earlier details Bar wasn't aware of, like her having planned this the whole time (including getting some contraceptive medicine from one of her friends at the Academy so Becky wasn't aware). Then about their conversation and Bar's 'Plan'.
Before Francesca could continue, Becky stopped her. “Wait wait wait, you can't just breeze past this,” turning to Bar, “You're objective is to marry maids? So why aren't you going after me instead of Fran?”
Bar blushed a bit, “Err...it sorta changed after a while...”
“And you,” she turned back to Francesca, her earlier anger rekindled, “what are you doing agreeing to this...'plan'? Do you no longer want to be a noblewoman?”
Francesca blushed a bit, “No...I just...being with Bar sounds more fun.”
Belle, still holding onto Bar, nodded in agreement.
Becky, after a few moments, seemed to tear up. “I'm...I'm sorry, I thought...”
Francesca teared up a bit too, before sitting up and hugging Becky. The two cried.
Bar turned to Belle, motioning to the door to let them have some private time.
After they had left, Becky wiped her tears, “How did it feel?”
Francesca smiled, “It was amazing! Mother said it might not be enjoyable, but Bar cared for me so much, I couldn't believe how I felt. If my body hadn't hurt so much, I would have wanted to do it again and again!”
Becky giggled, “No wonder the others are so attached to him.”
Francesca nodded. “Do you want to try it as well? He likes maids, so-”
Becky blushed a bit, poking her fingers into Francesca's cheeks, “Don't just give your maids' virginity to your new fiance like its nothing!”
Francesca blushed, “It's not just the sex though...he really does care about them. About me too...I think.”
Becky smiled, “He better, after that!”
Back in Bar's room, Belle immediately started ripping Bar's clothes off.
“Belle, what's wrong?” Bar asked, although not stopping her.
Belle seemed confused. “What do you mean? After hearing about you and Fran, I just want to have sex with you too.”
Bar was a bit embarrassed. “Sorry I-”
Belle cut him off with a kiss. “I'm not jealous or anything, I just got in the mood,” she explained, before kissing him again.
Deciding to acquiesce, Bar pulled down her maid outfit, before undoing her bra and squeezing her breasts.
Belle giggled at the pleasure, before grabbing his member, which was starting to poke into her. Rubbing it furiously, it started twitching. Pulling off her panties, she leaned against the bed, inviting Bar in.
Bar gently slid in from behind, grabbing her hanging breasts again as he smacked into her butt with each thrust.
“Oh, Bar, I love you so much!” Belle moaned, barely supporting herself on the bed.
“I love you too Belle!” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.
With one final thrust, he emptied inside her, before they both collapsed on the bed in a heap.
Belle giggled while red. “I'm glad you still had energy for me.”
Bar smiled, “We only did it once, so...”
Belle rolled over and kissed him again. “I think I'd be unhappy with just once.”
Bar pulled her close, sliding his member against her thighs until it was erect again.
“You tease, just stick it in already.”
Bar did as instructed, sliding his member back into her. Slowly going in and out, he and Belle made out passionately while holding onto each other.
After a while of slow, methodical thrusts, Bar was about to come again.
Belle could feel him picking up the pace. “Please, I need you Bar...”
This set Bar over the edge, and he spasmed into her, each thrust releasing more and more inside her.
Belle lovingly kissed his neck as he tried to regain his breath. “Oh Bar...”
Bar chuckled, “Are you not satisfied yet?”
Belle blushed heavily. “I am! I just...” she trailed off. “I just don't want to hold back.”
Bar held her close. “Then don't,” and kissed her again.
Belle shook her head. “I can't, I have to be mindful of the others, too.”
Bar sighed, knowing she was right. “Sorry, I...”
Belle poked his chest. “It's not your fault.”
“It kinda is, for having so many woman...”
Belle giggled, “But then I wouldn't have gotten a chance with you!”
“I guess that's true...” Bar agreed.
“Just focus on me for now, at least,” Belle said.
Bar acquiesced once more, going in for another round.