Talk to Alesia. [Ending 2]

As angry as Rosalind was, as betrayed as she felt because of Alesia… she couldn’t bring herself to hate her. At the very least, she couldn’t believe that Alesia was all too evil. Now, part of that may be due to her implanted attraction to women making her also attracted to Alesia as well, but… Alesia did help a lot in Rosalind’s own liberation. And as much as part of Rosalind hated to admit it- wasn’t this her ideal Earnest? One completely submissive to her, able to fulfill every lewd fantasy and desire… as much as she wanted to be the sole owner of Earnest, to monopolize him… she also felt both fondness and attraction for Alesia. Rosalind understood that, on some level, that was just her attraction towards women imprinted upon by the misfit boys- but how could she feel so hostile towards someone that had helped her so much over these last two weeks?

It was common practice for Knights to not negotiate with users of dark magic. An upstanding, by the books knight would’ve neutralized Alesia as possible, and figured out the potential collateral damage to Earnest later. But the events of the last few months weighed heavy on Rosalind’s mind. Why should she religiously tie herself to an organization’s doctrine that had seemingly only caused her problems? That had stood idle while she was harassed by her commander? Did she really want to hurt Alesia, and possibly also lose out on a completely moldable Earnest in the process?

Knights didn’t negotiate with users of dark magic, but Rosalind did- and so she found herself knocking on Alesia’s door. She was already fairly certain that Alesia was possessing Earnest, but just in case… she waited, to see if Alesia would wake. No response. At the very least, that was settled, and Rosalind gently opened the door- only to stop when she noticed the almost imperceptible feeling of something off when she opened the door. Rosalind didn’t remember the door being this difficult to open, even when she was at her weakest during these two weeks, and so she took a deep breath, and checked the door for traps. Nothing was visible in the crack that opening the door created, so it had to be…ah. Some sort of line, fishing or otherwise, Rosalind couldn’t quite tell, connected to the top hinge of the door and wrapping behind it. Rosalind pulled out a dagger that she always kept on her person (especially after she learned she was possessed), and cut the wire- before immediately dashing down the hallway. She was glad she did when the unmistakable sound of a glass crashing against the ground and the smell of sleeping draught began to waft from behind Alesia’s door. Walking back to her room, Rosalind grabbed a spare undershirt to wrap around her face to protect herself from the fumes. Sleeping draught could come in two forms- a gaseous one and a liquid one, with different properties for both. Thankfully, this had been one of the more mid-level potions Alesia had taught her about over the last two weeks, and so she was able to tell by the pungent smell that the sleeping draught contained in the trap was rather strong, presumably to knock Rosalind out in case of a situation like this. That was the trade-off of brewing sleeping draught as a gas- the easier method of spreading it was balanced out by the smell, with its odor proportional to the strength of the potion.

Now properly guarded with a makeshift face-mask and a simple warding spell, along with a fortification potion she snagged from storage, Rosalind walked into Alesia’s now disarmed room and sat at her desk, awaiting Alesia’s return to her body for what might be the most important conversation of her life.

Luckily, she didn’t have to wait too long- apparently Alesia had had her fill of Earnest as her eyes fluttered open, and a shocked cry escaped her lips before being cut off by Rosalind’s strong hand cupping her mouth. Panicked, she looked around- and saw the broken glass on the ground. Her mind connected the dots, and it hurt Rosalind to see Alesia’s face fall from shock to sadness, evidently assuming the worst. Hurt so much, in fact, that Rosalind decided to go through with this risk, for the sake of all three of them. She removed her hand from Alesia’s mouth, and sighed, waiting for Alesia to explain herself.

Alesia did not explain herself, instead nervously fidgeting before breaking out into a silent cry, tears beginning to drip down her face, slowly, at first, and then transitioning into full-on crying. Rosalind pulled Alesia into a hug. This was supposed to be an offer of cooperation, not an arrest, and so Rosalind hugged Alesia close until she calmed down. It looked like Rosalind had to take the lead in explaining the situation- and so she did.

“Alesia…I know what you’ve been doing. Possessing Earnest, I mean.” Alesia’s face fell at this, and so Rosalind instantly tried to cheer her up. “B-But I don’t mind! If anything, I, well… actually, I don’t mind. As long as I get to share, if that makes any sense.”

Rosalind’s face was on fire, but she was already here- might as well go all the way. “I really, really like the idea of… well, of Earnest being a submissive, free-use househusband, for us.” And then Rosalind’s composure, normally near-impenetrable without ****, came falling apart as she was finally able to vocalize every filthy desire to someone who would listen- and judging by her reaction, approved. Every fantasy about hypnosis, forcing him to be naked or crossdressing around the house, him being free-use- even scenarios in which he tried to pitifully resist the ministrations of his mistresses, only to shattered by pleasure, mind-broken and fucked into submission. Maybe it was the sight of seeing the normally composed Rosalind so worked up and obviously aroused that excited Alesia, or maybe it was the fantasies that she was putting forward- but Alesia herself was rubbing her legs together, evidently doing her best to stop herself from outright masturbating as she realized that the one person she thought was an obstacle instead had the same goals as her in mind. Alesia gave her first smile of the night, and nodded her head.

Earnest wasn’t quite sure why he began to change, but he didn’t mind. His fantasies had been long overrun with the sight of Rosalind or Alesia doing all sorts of improper things to him, and so when the two of them approached him with the idea of starting a relationship with the three of them- it was all he could do to not jump out of his chair and whoop in joy. Sure, it was a little weird when they had him get a tattoo on his back with dark magic catalysts, and he occasionally found himself referring to himself in the third person, but the pleasure he felt drowned out any complaints he might have had.

Even when he did “confront” Rosalind and Alesia about it, after one particularly strenuous session’s pillow talk, he didn’t feel at all violated by the thought that his body and mind were being possessed by Rosalind or Alesia at their whims. The thought that his mind might have been forcefully subjugated by these two women didn’t matter to him, because it felt so…right. And neither did the use of dark magic- after all, such a thing was only bad when used by the wrong people, and Rosalind and Alesia were the two most upstanding people he knew… despite their rather lewd intentions. They even offered to get tattoos on their back that would allow for Earnest to possess their bodies at his leisure- an offer that Earnest took up- but even then, he didn’t possess the two of them all that often by his own volition. He felt as if his place was mostly as their submissive, and so he was fine with going along with the depraved whims of Rosalind or Alesia. While many a rumor passed by around Lindow about the moans and screams of pleasure that could be heard nightly from the potion shop the three of them shared, the three didn’t mind. They could fulfill any fantasy they wanted, with any body they wanted- why should they care about rumors spread across town that they were deviants? They were!

Occasionally, however, they had to act somewhat restrained- after all, their reputation couldn’t fall so low as to deter too much business from Alesia’s potion practice, and Rosalind and Earnest were still technically knights- even though they had both been permanently reassigned to Lindow at their request. In every respect, outside of their… a somewhat odd living situation, the three of them were actually well-regarded within the town and surrounding area, for being both kind, fair, despite being a little weird. Sometimes they would forget things that had happened just recently, or their personalities would seemingly change mid-conversation- and those with a lover were rather embarrassed when they would eye-fuck each other without regard for anyone else there- which was often.

A normal day for them started with Earnest waking up early, cooking some delicious breakfast. Alesia was a decent cook, all things considered, but Rosalind still was too wild in her attempts, despite her precision in potion-making from assisting Alesia, so Earnest ended up making most of the food in the household. Rosalind would usually wake up after, and the two of them would spar in the backyard- although such sessions tended to end with Rosalind gaining the upper hand and milking a disarmed Earnest almost dry in the morning. Following the sounds of their lewd morning routine, this was about when Alesia would wake up, and Earnest would come up to her room along with Rosalind to serve her breakfast in bed… albeit, with him only in an apron. Alesia enjoyed the taste of his cum more than a normal person, and so she often found herself using Earnest’s free-use status to **** him to ejaculate into whatever she ate. After breakfast, the three of them would usually decide who was going to be in whose body for their daily routine.

While Alesia was still the person with the most potion-making ability, and thus maintained control of her body during times in which her expertise was needed, during days in which the workload was expected to be less, either Rosalind or Earnest remained in her body, allowing her to enjoy the day outside on one of their patrol routes. The two of them didn’t mind taking over her body and responsibilities either, as the pleasure and thrill she got from masturbating in the backroom, not knowing if a customer could come in at any time was one they quickly became acquainted with.

Rosalind and Earnest, on the other hand, were assigned to defend Lindow and its citizens, and patrolled the small town daily in order to keep the peace. The relatively safe nature of the town, however, meant that there wasn’t many serious threats that the two had to look out for, and as such their patrols were frequently broken up by bouts of passionate love-making between whoever was in Rosalind or Earnest’s body. Alesia didn’t mind being in either, as being in either body made her feel more confident, and also improved her social skills as the job required her to interact with people in a wider variety of situations. Rosalind and Earnest, on the other hand, often went out on their patrols as each other- Earnest, with his talents in homemaking now fully unlocked, and Rosalind, with her martial prowess now similarly unleashed due to her regular blade and magic training, often found themselves in the body of their fellow knight, because women with questions and concerns about homemaking tended to respond better to Earnest-in-Rosalind, and men with questions about strength-training and the life of a knight trusted the wisdom of Rosalind-in-Earnest. This did wonders for the reputation of all three of them, and the three quickly turned themselves into a beloved, if quirky, fixture of Lindow.

After a long day, the body Earnest was possessing would return home without fail to make dinner- although often the body that Rosalind was possessing would hit up the tavern, sometimes undoing part of the positive reputation gains that the throuple made throughout the day. Earnest and Alesia initially protested slightly at Rosalind’s newfound penchant for drinking- especially when it was in their bodies- but eventually found themselves accepting it since Rosalind’s own drinking habits now tended to end less with Rosalind **** on a roof somewhere and instead with Rosalind engaging in whatever depraved, lewd fantasy had graced her inhibition-less mind. Alesia, for her part, often prepared materials for the next day in whatever body she was in- the details of running a business still sometimes eluded both Rosalind and Earnest, somehow- but the three normally ended these days sharing a bed together after dinner, drowning in pleasure until they slipped into sleep.

The three didn’t find themselves going outside of Lindow all too often, except for the yearly exhibition- of which Earnest and Rosalind were both invited to, and Alesia tagged along for. Closing up shop for the two weeks of time the exhibition would take, practice and all, the three of them prepared for a competition that would push both Earnest and Rosalind’s abilities to the test, as they both competed, representing the 7th squad after Rosalind got a transfer. While the necessity of training and social responsibilities of being around so many people meant that the three of them had to stay in their original bodies more often than usual, that didn’t stop them from engaging in debauchery when possible. “Earnest” discreetly checked out the guys in their changing room more than the original would have, as did “Rosalind” with the girls in hers. The thrill that they got while impersonating each other in front of the most important people in the kingdom was also somewhat addicting, and often led to passionate bouts of “private practice” involving Alesia once the three of them got a moment alone. The excellent tournament placings that Rosalind and Earnest put up erased any concerns that others had about their activities regardless, and even provided them with a significant amount of political capital for knights- which eventually came in handy when a familiar, long-unseen friend and her three proteges, possessing the princesses of the kingdom, successfully overthrew the government, installing a radically different form of government in which the monarchy still existed, but was essentially ceremonial- with the main power lying within the cutting-edge system of “democracy” that was implemented. Retrospective analysis suggests that there was some influence from gods in the matter, from lower gods like Coltia to the demon queen herself, Zymera- which would explain why the bans on dark magic were lifted and the patron god of the new state was Zymera herself.

Either way, the radical social upheaval led by Morgan and aided by the unlikely alliance of Rosalind, Earnest, Alesia, and the misfit boys was a story for another time, and one that didn’t necessarily affect the throuple as Lindow was a relatively minor town. At the end of the day, the three of them lived a happy life in the small town, eventually having children of their own who would go out into the world and find their own adventures.