Fi bumps into the next son.

Not looking where she's going, she backs straight up against a body. With cat-like reflexes, she jumps and spins around. Standing there is a tall, handsome man with long blond hair neatly braided back with a blue ribbon. He stands in what nobles would consider a casual outfit, though it's still richly coloured blue with golden and a frilly collar. It extends down like a tunic over his waist, and his pants snow-white. Unlike the other two, this one has facial hair. It's a thin beard but trimmed with expert precision up from his chin into a sharp curl upwards at his jawline.

"I am so sorry!" Fi pleads. "I should look where I'm going."

"You should. But you didn't hurt me," he says. His voice is smooth and sweet.

The third son of the Brimsley house--Lord Dalim. He doesn't smile much, but unlike Varen, it doesn't come across as intimidating. His brown eyes are gentle, and to reassure the catfolk's nerves, he strokes his fingers down through the side of her hair as he speaks.

Of course, that only causes her nerves to go wild. "Y-Yes m'lord! I've come--"

"Please. I was just coming to visit my brother. Come inside if you have something important to say."

"Oh, well the message is for both of you, so that's perfect." Right. This isn't Dalim's room.

He leads her inside. Thankfully, the other son isn't naked either.

The fourth son of the Brimsley house--Lord Ralim. However, his position isn't so set in stone. Both him and Dalim are twins and were born only minutes apart. Neither of them specify either. They don't care. In almost every way, he looks identical to the other man, though his outfit is green, as is the ribbon in his hair. The way he cuts his beard is slightly different as well. Instead of the sides of his beard being sharped into an inward curving hook, his is shaped the other direction.

This is so confusing...

"Ah. Greetings, brother," says Ralim.

"I'm sorry to intrude, but we were to play tennis this morning."

"Of course. I nearly forgot. Can we help you?" He turns to Fi.

"Oh, uhm." Fi clears her throat. She holds out the two remaining papers bundled together and offers them to be taken. "It's a notice from your father."

In perfect sync, they take the pieces of paper and read them over. And then at the same time, they speak. "I see."

"A kind gesture, coming all this way to deliver something so simple," Ralim says.

"Indeed," replies Dalim. "Allow me to offer you something. What is your name? I don't believe I recognize your face."

"Fi, m'lord. I'm new," she explains. "And you don't need to offer me anything. I was merely doing my--What are you d-doing?"

As she speaks, Dalim moves behind her. Gently, he takes hold of her soft feline ears, and strokes his hands down through her hair to her shoulders. His touch is exhilarating, and he does so with such care. After reaching her shoulderblades, he starts to massage. It feels amazing. Almost immediately, she feels a lot of tension in her muscles start to melt away.

"Ooh... wow," she whispers--face starting to turn pink.

"We've been practising," Ralim speaks up. He steps right up to her, and moves his hands to the sides of her head. "Please allow us a moment of your time so that we can know how well we've improved."

Her heart beats faster. They smell of flowers, and they both touch so softly--so warm. They stroke over her head and shoulders with the trained precision of a professional masseuse. Meanwhile, her body goes wild. It's a dream come true. Two handsome noble boys feeling her up. They're giving her so much attention. Her chest heaves up and down with deep breaths as her heart tries to escape from her body.

"How does this feel, when I touch you here?" Dalim whispers from behind. His breath tickles her ears.

Fi's eyes widen and her body stiffens. Too much! M-My body can't take this!

Ralim moves his hands down her arms, and moves to tightly squeeze her hands. They're warm. His eyes look deeply into hers as he steps even closer. "How are we doing?" he whispers as well.

I c-can't speak. Ooh. Too close. Too close! From her mouth comes a quiet moan of pleasure.

"Is there any place in particular that requires some attention?" Dalim asks.

"She's still so tense," says Ralim. "There must be a particular place the tension is coming from."

N-No. I'm getting wet. I can feel it. My pussy is tingling. I just... want to scratch this itch... My body is on fire!

If it wasn't for her panties, she'd be in some real trouble. Her thighs would be dripping wet for sure. She squirms in place as her body begs to be touched elsewhere, but she dares not ask for that. There's a chance they really are coming onto her, but knowing this family and this kingdom, it's probably a misunderstanding. They might be expecting her to be more chaste than that. She also fears that opening her mouth to speak would only unleash some embarrassing noises.

Getting... wetter... Her thighs press together. My body is so hot.

The stiff nipples behind her top are nearly visible even though her bra. Her face couldn't get more red. She's like a kettle ready to whistle, but the handsome men around her merely continue to knead her muscles.

"Should we try a leg massage?" Ralim asks.

No! Please no!

Suddenly, Dalim retreats his hands. "Ah. Shoot. We really need to start that tennis game or our entire daily schedule will become null."

"Oh of course." Ralim does the same. "Where are my manners?"

"But how was that so far, Fi?"

She slowly backs up against the dresser next to her. "G..." After panting heavily for a moment, she catches her breath. "G-Good," she whispers.

"Well that's not very helpful feedback."

"We'll have to settle for that," Ralim says.

"I suppose so. Anyway, thank you again for the messages. We'll leave them here. Continue your duties. Perhaps if you have some free time, we can do this again, though the session can be much longer."

I'm only one girl. Have some mercy.

"Indeed. And we do our best work together," Ralim adds. "Me on the front, and him behind."

Oh come on. This can't be on accident. Am I the only sane person here?

The two of them depart together. They shut the door behind them, and after they're gone, Fi slips down to the ground with a long sigh of relief. She tilts her head back against the dresser drawer and stares at the ceiling. She swallows hard. One of her hands wander, and it moves around her leg. Slowly, it starts to push up the skirt of her maid outfit, but then she instantly retreats it to the ground.

Fi lets out a loud, desperate groan of frustration.

I want to do it so bad! How can anyone live like this? But I must hold it together... I will not touch myself. I'm stronger than that.

She heaves herself up from the ground, and as she tries to walk, she feels a tingle between her legs.

At least, I hope I am.