A Series of (Un)fortunate Events [Ending 1]

Here it was. The day of liberation- hopefully. The potion was ready, they were able to successfully isolate Rosalind from the misfit boys, and the trio of Earnest, Alesia, and Morgan were about as well-rested as they could be as they began the trek to the misfit boys’ base. On the way to the base, they discussed what they should do with the boys once they had kicked them out of Rosalind’s body. The evidence of dark magic was irrefutable, but was it really the best way to deal with them? Alesia argued for leniency, at least, initially, until she saw Earnest’s barely hidden rage as he argued for apprehending them and throwing them into jail. Earnest didn’t have much contact with the people of Knottori to begin with, other than his initial information gathering on Rosalind when he had first arrived, and as such he didn’t have the same reservations against a harsh punishment as Alesia, who had spent a decent amount of time over the last two days walking around town, running errands. Morgan, for her part, refused to get involved, and Alesia’s unwillingness to be confrontational meant that the group surrendered to Earnest’s desire for **** without much fanfare.

Regardless, the goal here was to rid Rosalind of whoever was possessing her, and no one forgot it as they quickly entered the base while Rosalind was stripping, evidently intent on a masturbation session as per her usual routine. And it was evident that she was still possessed, by the fact that she made no effort to cover up after seeing Earnest, Morgan, and Alesia come into view- and her reaction to seeing the three of them.

“...I don’t think you’re supposed to be here, Earnest.” Her voice contained more venom than Earnest ever thought possible from her. “Would you kindly…leave? I was going to…change.” It was clear that whoever was in her had no idea as to how she was supposed to act around Earnest, and did their best approximation of what they thought an elegant woman would say. Earnest probably would have found this more humorous if it wasn’t his friend being possessed, as he (and the rest of the town) was witness to Rosalind getting absolutely smashed and making a fool of herself last night.

“We know you’re in there, Thomlin. Give it up, we’re here to save Rosalind.”

Rosalind’s eyes widened at this, and any doubts they might have had as to if she was currently possessed or not were immediately removed.

“Listen, buddy, I don’t know what your relationship with her is, or what you think you’re doing here, but whatever it is, it isn’t going to work. All I have to do is beat you, then take out your friends here,” she turned to the women to leer at them, “and then we’ll figure out how we’re going to punish your little group for trying to get involved with stuff that doesn’t involve you.”

Perhaps this little bluff would be more intimidating if the three of them hadn’t meticulously planned for this, and they knew that Ricard and Barnabas had no idea that they were being tailed. As long as they took out Thomlin-in-Rosalind here, it would be child’s play to neutralize the other two misfits, and expel Thomlin from Rosalind’s body. Thomlin’s bluff were just that- bluffs intended to buy time and somehow figure out a way to meet with Ricard and Barnabas to maintain control of Rosalind’s body.

Earnest drew his sword. “I don’t want to have to hurt you, Thomlin, but I can still neutralize you in a forceful way if necessary.”

Uh oh. Thomlin tried a different approach, groping Rosalind’s breast and bringing it up to her mouth in one of the most erotic things Earnest had ever seen. “I-If you let us stay here, I’ll do- we’ll do whatever you want. I know you love Rosalind, well, now’s your chance to do whatever you want to her!” It’s clear that Thomlin felt the walls closing in, as whatever eroticism he was hoping to distract Earnest with was sabotaged by the clear worry starting to creep into Rosalind’s voice.

“If you really knew me, and the relationship I had with Rosalind, you would know that I love Rosalind as an equal to me- for her determination, her discipline, and her commitment to justice. I’ve no interest in seeing her reduced to a common whore!”

The time for bargaining was over. And Rosalind knew it, drawing her own sword to meet Earnest’s. Thomlin was always the strongest kid in the town, able to outmuscle and bully anybody of his age in tests of strength- and Rosalind herself was still in elite physical condition, despite the misfit boys’ influence marginally making her body weaker due to their lack of discipline. However, Thomlin’s childhood fights and scraps were no match for Earnest’s knight training, and with the possession spell that the boys were using leaving Thomlin unable to access Rosalind’s skills with the blade, Thomlin stood no chance. The fight was embarrassingly quick, with Earnest parrying a **** lunge from Rosalind, subsequently disarming her, and pinning her arms behind her back, effectively neutralizing her despite her **** attempts to break free. All knights were trained extensively in combat, and it showed in the utter domination Earnest showed over Thomlin. However, what most knights weren’t trained for was betrayal by their comrades, and Earnest had no defense against the dark magic that shot from Morgan’s fingertips, incapacitating an unsuspecting Alesia, and then immediately knocking out Earnest, unable to comprehend why she was turning on them.

Earnest awoke to the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, moans piercing through his ears as he felt the familiar texture of his bedroll next to his face. Earnest arose and exited his tent to find… Rosalind and Alesia furiously groping each other, finger fucking each other in a manner straight out of the horny delusions of the most depraved. Perhaps Earnest should have felt more disgusted, or confused- maybe even tried to stop it- but as he slipped his trousers off and immediately plunged his hard cock into Alesia’s mouth, he couldn’t bear to object. After all, who would turn down the opportunity to join two incredibly attractive women in a wild, passionate tryst?

Earnest found himself being a lot more lax in the following days as well. The three of them indulged in threesome after threesome on their way to Lindow, despite Earnest’s upcoming obligation to represent his unit at the upcoming exhibition. This led to a sub-par performance, as expected, with the once-best member of the 7th squad looking disinterested and undisciplined. But Earnest didn’t care. His carnal desires were being sated by the hedonistic lifestyle he led with Rosalind and Alesia, and when he had the opportunity, he requested a transfer to be assigned at Knottori- not only to be with Rosalind, but also with Alesia. Despite the initial objections of his commander, Earnest remained steadfast in his desire to transfer out of the capital and to the sleepy village that he had visited for his childhood friend a couple of weeks ago, and so eventually he found himself assigned there alongside Rosalind. His commander was sad to see him go, but at the same time, he honored his request. Something must have happened during that excursion that changed his worldview, but it wasn’t his job to pry further if Earnest was unwilling to talk about it.

Rosalind returned to Knottori with Alesia in tow after accompanying Earnest to the capital and Alesia to Lindow. It seemed as if the changes in her personality had somewhat evened out, with her in general still being quite anxious while practicing the magic that she hoped to use to become a hero- but once Alesia and Earnest joined her in the cottage she had purchased on the outskirts of Knottori, suddenly her inability to reach a respectable mastery of magic melted away in the steamy nights she spent with Alesia and Earnest, indulging every one of her depraved desires while she collected her stipend alongside Earnest’s supporting a comfortable lifestyle. She was no longer on track to becoming a knight of great renown, and her training in magic to become a hero was forever hampered by her own anxieties while attempting to use magic, but the presence of Earnest and Alesia dulled the pain from that quite a bit, and she found herself thinking about those once clear dreams less and less as time went on.

Alesia, having come to a silent agreement with Rosalind and Earnest, packed up her things in Lindow, abandoned her modest potion shop, and left to join the two in their newly bought cottage in Knottori. She could fuck Earnest all she wanted- and fuck him she did, christening the house alongside Rosalind in every position she could imagine, and some she couldn’t. The money she had saved up from her time selling potions, alongside Rosalind and Earnest’s income allowed for the three of them to have a significant amount of financial freedom- although Alesia herself wasn’t particularly interested in anything more complicated than wild sex and getting drunk anymore. When she wasn’t having her mind blown by Earnest, Rosalind, or both, or pleasuring her own body with her newfound appreciation of her own form, she was getting absolutely smashed at the tavern, taking the role that Rosalind once did, drinking herself into a stupor and making a fool of herself at almost every single opportunity. At the very least, she didn’t lack for sexual partners like she did before- quite a few nights of drinking ended up with her waking up in someone else’s bed, and while she normally wouldn’t do such a thing, the sheer thrill of the entire affair erased any hesitation she had regarding those nights.

The three of them had settled into an unambitious lifestyle on the outskirts of Knottori, drowning in pleasures of the flesh day after day. And while it felt as if all three of them had lost the desires and ambitions that had once fueled their life before, the pleasure they felt after abandoning those ambitions erased any doubts they once had. Even though they sometimes called each other by the wrong names, referring to each other as Thomlin, Ricard, or Barnabas by accident, or failing to remember basic aspects of being a woman, like wearing a bra, or forgetting their period cycles, they didn’t mind too much. The three of them had each other, and that was all they needed.