Now that everybody's getting along...

Matthieu Fastner watched with a dubious frown as Helmid and you took your places on the vanity seat, side-by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder. There'd been a fetching, maidenly glow following Helmid all night, and now, it seemed even further amplified. She looked somehow radiant, not ready for bed, but ready instead to undergo some sort of quest for the good of the kingdom at large.

And maybe she was, even at this late hour.

{if Helmid Licked = 1}The woman was sitting very upright now, rather than slouching and spreading a legs, but a deep, red blush still spread across her face from your activities just a moment ago. You could see a patch of moisture on her white sleeping gown, near to the intersection between her legs. Furthermore, you weren't entirely sure you'd cleaned up afterwards either. Was it really possible that you could keep hiding this from her first husband?{else}Her smile looked dignified, but from this distance, you could see that a thin trickle of moisture still marked the corner of one mouth where she hadn't quite managed to wipe it up before re-entering the frame. Furthermore, her hair was a mess, disheveled from bumping it against the vanity a moment ago. Was her husband really going to remain blind to these inconsistencies? Perhaps he was willfully so...{endif}

"I'm so glad that we've cleared the air between all of us. I don't want this situation to be uncomfortable. Indeed, Geod has given us a blessing that he intends to satisfy all of our needs. I tried to tell this to Liens once before, actually... she's very sour on the whole prospect of marriage, sex, and all of it. I told her that Geod is all-knowing-- if he's given her the saintess mark, it means that surely, it is in her best interest to lay with a squire! It may even be that she loves the experience, but if she doesn't try it, she'll never know, will she?"

The recruit commander lowered his eyebrows and cleared his throat loudly. "I'm not sure what you're trying to say, Helmid. Are you saying... that sex can be so pleasurable, it overrides other objections a person ought to have, and that only Geod is capable of seeing that?"

It was a little problematic, when he put it that way.

"No, nothing like that, sweetie. I just wonder if Liens is being honest with herself. I think with the right person-- the right squire-- she could become sweet on them, given time," Helmid giggled. "We shouldn't close ourselves off to the possibilities Geod sets in front of us. And that's why I want to... rip off the bandage, so to speak." The woman set aside her broad smile and put on a **** one, before pressing one hand to her breast. Her silver wedding band still sparkled upon her ring finger. "I want you to give the squire your blessing to fuck me."

The man's eyebrow twitched and his jaw tightened. The words he was looking for didn't come to him.

"Matthieu?"

{if Master = True}You doubled down on Helmid's request: you were a squire and she was a saintess. This relationship wouldn't work if anyone involved was worried about that baggage. For everyone's sake, you should speak frankly about this. You felt confident that you could satisfy the long-felt yearning that Helmid felt, which he, as her loving husband, must surely understand.{elseif Servant = True}You were too nervous to speak up in front of the recruit commander, but seeing Helmid take the lead on this made you feel safe and secure. She was fighting an uphill battle, but she was just as bold here as she was in combat. All you could do was be by her side while she fought this fight.{elseif Lady's Man = True}You'd courted another guy's gal a time or two before and, in your experience, it always ended up a little uncomfortable at some point. This time it was more than that, with the recruit commander unable to do anything but watch in the mirror, asked for some token blessing that, let's face it, it didn't really matter whether he granted or not.{elseif Chivalrous = True}You felt for the recruit commander. This three-way marriage didn't fit what you knew about marriage either, but you wanted to help him set aside his fears. You told him that you didn't intend to dishonor his wife, nor him, in any way. You'd swear it on Geod's word, if that would help.{elseif Freak = True}You found yourself joining in on the wife's veiled pleasure. Seeing her husband protest another man's affections like this gave her a sort of sick thrill, you thought, and it gave you the same kind of sexual pleasure. It had been uncomfortable at first, but now, you were starting to lean into it a bit. Now you understood what type of freak she was.{elseif Duty-Bound = True}His reservations were only natural, you thought. Any man would have the right to protest... But a true man of Geod would stay his hand and nod his head at a moment like this. Matthieu Fastner would have to find within him the courage to do just that. Geod had bound you and Helmid together and, protest as he might, no one could hope to understand or intervene in the will of the divine.{else}You kept silent by Helmid's side. What could you say? If the recruit commander said no at this point, he would be justified in doing so, by almost any viewpoint. Could you look him in the face and defy his wishes if he forbid you? Surely Geod couldn't **** you to do something so cruel.{endif}

"Told you before, Helmid. I don't mean to interrupt your work. Nor your fun."

"Oh, darling-"

The man continued speaking and moved closer to the mirror. "One condition. I want to watch."

Your eyes widened. Surely you'd misheard something?{if Freak = True} You hoped you hadn't.{endif}

"Think of it as one last examination, squire. I feel I'm being more than fair about this. I want to watch how you plan to treat my wife-- and your wife," he continued, crossing his arms at his chest as he pulled a chair up, now sitting very close to the mirror. "I'll see if you're fit for the task. If you're not, I'll coach you till you are. This is no different from training."

You looked to the side, to see if Helmid was on-board with this. Her eyes were figuratively blazing with excitement. The way she was smiling, with both hands on her cheeks, was so shameless that you felt any shame on your own part at this point would be silly.

Her eyes turned slowly to yours and her eyebrows tilted upward. "Squire... What say you? I don't want you to feel passed over in all of this..."