'I will do what I must, I guess...'

4th Forumidae, the 28th day of the month of Semens (Sem), the 3672nd year of Salvation's Landing

“What we are going to need from you, farmboy, is to get out of that regal, but far too concealing uniform of yours…” Wilmyna strode further into the chambers with a bit more deliberate of strides, her usual grace inhibited by ****.

That line from the platinum-haired noble caused Reglin’s own pace to slow as he struggled to come to grips with what she was asking of him, “Ummm… I-I said I would help however I could. I guess… I guess I’m just trying to puzzle out how this helps...”

A tittered of glee that almost childlike came from the maiden behind him and the Lady that had strode out to about fifteen or so feet from him turned around and looked at him. Wilmyna’s eyes were wide and her mouth was agape in shock, “I-I would never… so shameless… by Gods, no!” the stately beauty spluttered, her words not even forming whole thoughts, and in doing so brought about increasingly resounding chuckles from Freighla behind him.

Sharing a look of surprise with the woman of the north, Reglin felt incredibly mortified. “… I should never have been… so… presumptuous.” He was trying his best not to babble, given the situation.

The woman behind Reglin seemed to be seeing a completely different encounter. One that amused her to no end, evident by her relentless chuckles and giggles. She muttered loud enough to be heard by the guardsman, “I wouldn’t say all that presumptuous given how she’s acted…”

The Nordling noble looked to her maiden then, “What was that Frei? Would you repeat yourself for me?” Her tone was icy, but there was a boiling under it if you listened close enough.

To her credit, Freighla didn’t seem intimidated by her liegelady in the slightest, “I said that it was not overly presumptuous of the fine Master Reglin to think as he did, given how you had interacted with him previously… I think he would have thought the same thing of me if I had said something similar to him.” She walked by his side toward Wilmyna, but turned to look at him, “If we had spoken how we have this day and I then say come into my bedroom and get naked, would you not have thought that I was wanting a thorough fucking?”

Mouth dropping open at her words, Reglin had none of his own to respond. Fortunately, the buxom noble gasped and spluttered her indignation, “Freighla! Really? Such coarse language?!” Wilmyna attempted to cool her reaction, voice calming slightly “Plus, context matters in all things. We were just speaking on how he would help us in our new project. That is what I am saying.”

“And what I’m saying, have witnessed the profound logic of young men through older brothers, is that Reglin here thought perhaps he would best help by filling a beautiful noblewoman with a hard cock he could supply. No doubt he thought in his lust-addled mind that after he mastered this exotic northerner with his wiles that he would proceed to look to **** his dominating, yet quite handsome self on said noblewoman’s helpless handmaid then.” She turned and looked at him after that, trying her best to appear as fragile, fluttering her eyelashes at him, but with a tiny smirk on her lips. That was quite a yarn being spun from Freighla, Reglin thought to himself. And sadly, ideas similar to it had run through his mind, though further down on the list of possibilities in his mind.

More indignation came from the woman with the barely restrained tits, “Frei, I know we speak of many candid things alone. However, in the presence of near strangers I do not think it is becoming for you to give voice to some fantasy you have contrived.” Already colored by the wine in her, the rosiness deepened with the subject matter.

Not sure if it was the smartest of strategies or not, Reglin made the leap and spoke up, “I will stand up for myself and any other person that enjoys the company of a woman. I all but guarantee that any of them, myself included, would think of the possibilities of sharing some intimate moments with the lady. And the poor, defenseless handmaiden as well… I just happen to be idiotic enough to let those lewd thoughts lead me to say something foolish.”

“And I’m saying it was not so foolish… Maybe just a tad assumptive given the circumstances, but not overly.” The handmaiden smiled sweetly at Reglin as she stood midway between he and the Nord lady. But when she turned that smile at Wilmyna, the noble just looked exasperated.

“Gah!” Not terribly noble in bearing, Reglin thought, “Frei, would you just go get the kit please? Let’s just pretend like nothing happened. I’ve had a bit to drink. The guard is young, virile, and perhaps doesn’t think things through…”

Freighla interrupted her as she was walking away, “Have you seen yourself in that dress? Your tits are magnificent! I’m shocked the farmboy isn’t drooling all over the rugs…”

While Wilmyna did her best recreation of the indignation from earlier, Freighla’s words found their mark on him, causing him to laugh. He immediately tried to recover from the outburst, but the effect was already taking hold. The busty noble’s look of outrage slowly slipped. Her lips curved upward slightly, and she gave a restrained grunt of laugh, trying her best not to give in to the jest.

“Okay… Let it go you two…” Wilmyna said, “I want to make some progress this day. For that to happen, Master Reglin, you are going to have to get rid of that cumbersome uniform.” She made a pronounced look at his attire and gave a dismissive wave of her hand.

It was a good thing that Reglin had revamped his confidence in the last few says. Five days ago and the guardsman very well may have become a gibbering mess. But the tall man had a renewed vision of the world and felt his worth in it. So, he went about stripping out of his armor, all the way to a bare chest and just leggings. When the platinum blonde looked at his legs, raised a brow, then made the same dismissive wave, he stripped those off too. He stood in the bed chambers of a near stranger of a noblewoman in nothing but his small clothes. So strange, he thought.

The two women present slowly orbited him, objectifying eyes running up and down him. Reglin felt fingertips run over his rounded shoulders, playing over the striated muscles. Those were definitely Freighla’s, given that he could see Wilmyna in front of him. And it was the handmaiden that spoke first, “He’s a bit leaner than the normal Nordling man… And a bit less… hairy.” She had come into view then, looking at his chest. Not without hair, it only had some on the inner half of his pecs and running down to his navel.

The lady nodded in agreement, “Yes, but I believe he will fit the role nicely enough.” She had rotated around to his back as she spoke. “As you say, not a stereotypical representative of the north man, but very appealing nonetheless.”

After being thoroughly objectified, Reglin had had enough. “Speaking of appealing, my lady. I do have to restate what your handmaiden said earlier. I admire the fashion of your people for more than the two obvious reasons.” That got a snort of a laugh from Freighla standing in front of him, “I really wish that this kingdom would loosen up on the puritan ideals. If a person feels like a specific style makes them feel a certain way, they should feel free to wear it.” He turned his head around for the first time to look at Wilmyna directly, “I’m not certain how that dress makes you feel, but I fully condone whatever it is.”

Freighla cleared her throat, drawing his eyes back to the maiden. Her own eyes were looking downward on him, “You may not be sure how she feels wearing it, but I know how you feel about her wearing it… definitively…” A wry smile was on her lips as the Wilmyna hurried around to join her handmaid, her own eyes going to what she was looking at.

A small gasp came from the noble beauty as she saw the new increase of size within Reglin’s smallclothes. It wasn’t so long ago that the blush in her cheeks and chest left, only to come right back at the ‘enthusiasm’ Reglin showed for her attire. She averted her eyes quickly, turning to a rounded pedestal next to the women that had the kit that Freighla had retrieved earlier, “Ummm… let’s get on with it, shall we?”

Fully entertained by this afternoon thus far, Freighla giggled quietly to herself, “Ok Master Reglin… If you would step onto the pedestal, we can take your measurements. I already have some ideas, and I’m sure my lady does as well in how we can make it so you can have the regality of the Polivandrian style mixed with the more primal, earthy style of the north.”

Having just been ogled for some minutes at a time, getting up on that round stand added just another element to it. It was all Reglin could do but give a nervous smile.

Wilmyna had a length of rope cord in her hands with threads of black tied around it at every inch and red thread at the foot marks. “I will take the first measurements. Then Frei will take hers and we will check our numbers. Don’t worry. She and I are experienced seamstresses. We enjoy it.” With her empty hand, the gorgeous woman waves a hand over herself, “Who do you think came up with this design? No seamstress around would have thought to offer this to me, given my ‘standing’. We had to make a rough initial cut to give it to a true professional. And that’s what we’ll do here, more than likely.”

Reglin couldn’t repress a look of disappointment. This was seen by the women and obviously asked about. Giving a small shrug, “I don’t know… I know I haven’t seen your work or anything, but I would be honored to wear a wardrobe designed and created by you two lovely ladies… Can we give it a try? Rather than handing off a design of the north to some Polivandrian, I think the authenticity would show if it was done by Nordlings.”

Both women looked thoughtful at his remarks, looking inward and not seeing around them for some moments. When Wilmyna finally looked over at her handmaiden for her thoughts on it, Freighla gave a small shrug with smile and said, “We could give it a try. Would be nice to see something that we have designed pushed to finality by our own hands for once if I’m honest…”

Lady Wilmyna gave her confidante a soft smile at her words and nodded, “I agree. We can test ourselves. And if the final product is not to our liking, we can hand it off then.” Her warm smile was then aimed at Reglin, causing him pause at its beauty, “Thank you Farmboy… For your confidence and spirit. I think we will enjoy making something that will showcase the northern ferocity of life with the culture that has risen in here in the capital.”

“I believe those around the palace have taken to calling young Reglin here ‘Goldy’, or so I’ve heard.” A groan came from the guard then, causing Freighla to smile, “And I believe that is what we call confirmation…” the tall blonde giggled at his apparent unease.”

Wilmyna decided to start measuring at that time, instructing Reglin to stand straight to measure his outer leg. She said to Freighla, “So why do they call him such. It’s not his hair evidently…” She wrote down her measurement on parchment.

“You see, my lady… Goldy here seems to be quite popular with ladies of high standing in the palace.” Wilmyna blushed slightly as she instructed Reglin to spread his legs enough to get his inseam measurement. Freighla continued, “So popular so quickly in fact that his fellow guardsman asked if he were golden in some way… Namely where your hand is at this very moment.” Freighla giggled again at the gasp and physical recoil from the northern noble.

Giving herself a moment to collect herself and taking deep breath, Wilmyna steeled herself and continued measurements, “So the other ladies in the palace have taken a liking to you, have they? I think you might have me to thank for that, given my propensity to try and make these southern ladies feel as uncomfortable as possible.” She took his hip measurements, her eyes actively avoiding looking at Reglin’s crotch, “I suppose my flirtations may have raised some ideas with these southern prigs.” She chuckled and smiled at that.

“It’s an overexaggerated story that soldiers tell is all…” Reglin put in, following the Lady’s instruction and standing still, “It was just that two of the princesses requested my presence in as many days. The first you were there for. Princess Katya knew me from my previous time here and likes to point out my ‘simple’ upbringing.”

Both women looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t quickly enough, Wilmyna said, “And the second? I will admit to not having spent much time with the other sisters, but I have nothing against them… Katya’s just of an age with me and is not afraid to toss barbs, which I like to do… All in good sport, of course…”

Thinking on that, it did make some sense to Reglin. As much as he thought Wilmyna would get along with Yelena, they were quite different. Wilmyna liked to poke and prod, whereas the princess was more inclined to tranquility. “Well… I am more of an age with Princess Yelena. In my youth I worked as a messenger boy and then taken in as a pupil of the Magistricia. She and I played together a half dozen times or so… Before someone got the idea that royal daughters shouldn’t play make-believe with a lowly farmboy…”

Wilmyna paused to listen, while Freighla appeared intent to see if he would offer any more. He supposed it could not hurt, “Yelena has always been shy. A trait that still remains I found out a couple days ago. But for whatever reason, she and I got along. No idea… Over a decade ago we first played a game together and she just opened up to me. At least, that’s what the magistricia and others that know her said.” His face had a difficult time containing a small streak of sadness that hit him. “But for her older sister, I was yet another target to fling stones at her younger sister… A princess and a farmboy.”

The mood of the room had changed, Reglin recognized as he looked at his two companions. Their faces looked saddened as well. Did he continue down this path? “I don’t know Princess Katya obviously… I have no idea as to what lies behind her royal persona. I will protect with my life on this day. But I just wonder what happened to make her act the way she does to her own flesh and blood. A girl whose love of animals could not be surpassed. She would care for strays all the time, to the despair of her parents even… But she’s just a kind soul.” He thought for a moment. “I really would like an opportunity someday to get the truth from Katya. However, given her feelings about my commoner status, I doubt that day will come anytime soon.”

Reglin gave resigned sigh that was joined by sighs from both women in turn, with Wilmyna shaking her head a little. He startled the room with a clap of his hands and a shake of his head, “Once again, my idiocy is confirmed… Here I am, standing in next to nothing in the presence of two utterly stunning women who want to put their hands all over me… And I talk of other women…” He grunted a laugh of self-derision and shook his head further. “I think I might have a place in the pantheon of stupidity.”

A hand brushed his thigh, rubbing it in a way that was one of a soothing nature, “A warrior who wears his heart so close to surface…” Wilmyna said in a soft voice. A bit louder, she said, “It speaks well of you that you not only care for a friend so profoundly, but that you look to empathize with someone adversarial to you as well. You do not hate out of turn. That is not a terribly common trait amongst many. I would like to think I share that, but I am not so sure… I am known for a temper to be certain, but I like to think that it does not give home to true animosity.” A small shrug comes as Reglin looks down from his raised vantage and sees those wonderful breasts of hers shake. And just like that, it seems his mind returns to the gutters.

Conversation became less frequent after that bit of awkwardness, so the northern noblewoman continued her measuring of Reglin. He followed her requests of turning, stepping down, and flexing various parts until she finished and had her parchment of numbers.

Then it was Freighla’s turn to take her measurements. The handmaiden let her hands run over him a bit more freely than her lady did. Reglin had to think of exercises for this evening while she took his inseam measurement with how friendly she was being. And that was only marginally successful. He saw that both she and Wilmyna smiled mischievously when they blatantly looked at his small clothes after that. From then on Freighla gave it her best effort to initiate as much bodily contact as possible. Most of the time it was her hands of course. However, while measuring his shoulder span, she unashamedly mashed her gargantuan tits in one of his arms. There was no feeling like that, Reglin had realized in just these short days of his sexual awakening.

Once she had finished, Freighla had taken her measurements and shared them with Lady Wilmyna. It what then that Reglin thought to ask, “So if these are uniforms, they are to be quite functional. Would it help any if you saw what kind of movements they should be able to withstand? If so, I would like to invite you ladies out to the practice yard this evening. My shift of guards are getting together for some martial practice. We have a few Nords on the team that I’m sure would enjoy seeing two lovely women from the Northern Duchy.”

Now that he was finished being measured, Reglin began gearing back up. Though him starting to do so drew an ‘awwww’ from Freighla and a snickering from Wilmyna at that. Aside from that, the two women were conferring with each other. Finally, the buxom noble spoke, “I think it would be beneficial for us to see what might be expected of our garments. I think we shall come and see how our Nordlings show themselves.”

As he finished up getting all his uniform in its proper alignment, Reglin gave the white-blonde beauty a wry smile, “Speaking of garment… If you were to wear that dress of yours this evening I can all but guarantee maximum effort from my cohort, even those not of the north.”

She blushed prettily but made to not show any more response to the request, “So after dinner then?” she was ignoring his words, it seemed.

Nodding in affirmation, “Yes, my lady… We gather up around the first smallbell to try and make the most of the waning sunlight.” Both women nodded then. Reglin made a ceremonial bow to them both, “We shall look forward to seeing some true beauties come to watch our poor slovenly selves. But prepare yourselves for some crass language. Perhaps even more crass than Mistress Freighla here.” The northern women gave giggles and he smiled widely at them before turning to make an exit to go find Lim and Boll.

~This is knowledge for the Reader~

The Affection Multiplier

~Mana: 105 (+33) 138~

~Mana Channels: ~Labiae Passionii (Lips of Passion) free, ~ Corpu Vigorii (Vigorous Body) 100, ~ Uirtau Proelium (Martial Prowess) 100, ~Mensu Lucidae (Bright Mind) 100, ~ Tactu Beatae (Blissful Touch) 100, ~Plurem Amatrixae Normalii (The Normalcy of Many Loves) 500, ~Corpu Libidaem (Lustful Body) 100, ~Corpu Spectabilum (Intimidating Body) 100, ~Mentulae Potencii (Potent Cock) 150, ~Limbu Infinitum (Endless Loins) 100, ~Voluptae Gustatum (Delightful Flavor, Gratify the Appetite) 100, ~Figurae Cultura (Shaping Culture) 500, ~Vulgum Venerae (The Love of the Masses) 500

~Tabitha~ Affectionae: 100 Erosii: 100 Libidae: 100 (Effective 41)
~Lim~ A: 55 E: 2
~Boll~ A: 34
~Grahm~ A: 36
~Halpern~ A: 23
~Nimit~ A: 17
~Day's Shift Guards~ A: (+13)
~Lina~ A: 44 L: 3
~Asha~ A: 100 E: 100 L: 100 (Effective 39)
~Princess Katya~ A: -52
~Maiden Caterina~ A: 18 E: 1 L: 2
~Maiden Gwynfuir~ A: 15
~Maiden Erynna~ A:5
~Lady Wilmyna~ A: 21 (+10) 31 L: 9 (+3) 12
~Maiden Freighla~ A: 23 (+12) 35 L: 13 (+8) 21
~Lady Falina~ A: 12
~Maiden Deela~ A: 9
~Lady Vidala~ A: 6
~Maid Camilla~ A: 6 L: 4
~Night's Shift Guards~ A: (+6)
~Govren~ A: 2
~Princess Yelena~ A: 66 E: 3
~Maiden Oliyah~ A: 9